#but my friend accidentally threw it too hard and it landed on some random person LMFAO

[skitskatdacat63]

In other news today I played frisbee with my friends btwn classes, and I felt like a zoo animal getting enrichment 🥰

[pwarkluv]

❝ bubbly ❞ - pjs

park jisung x reader | fluff | 3.3k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, established relationship au, ngl this is really really fluffy, slight angst if you squint hard enough, idol!jisung x normal!reader, jisung and reader just miss each other :(, annoying dreamies who always tease poor jisung

SUMMARY | when you wait for him to come home from tour but accidentally falls asleep on the couch.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | this is my first fanfic on my blog oh my! mark isn’t here just cause he isn’t with the dreamies rn! i still love him though :) this is inspired by the song “bubbly” by colbie caillat! also this is not really your usual shy!jisung. he’s still shy but still kinda bold if that makes sense? idk idk this might really suck-

one month. 

one month of lonely nights, calls at random times depending on the difference in time zones, kisses through the phone, and just overall missing jisung.

park jisung. your boyfriend.

even saying that in your head brings millions and millions of butterflies to your tummy. the maknae of nct and the main dancer of the dreamies was yours. and you were just as much his. 

but being away from him is one of the scariest things for you. jisung was like your rock and not having him there meant more frequently bad days for you. it’s as if you can’t function properly knowing he won’t be waiting for you once you come home. 

however, after a long four weeks he was finally coming home. the moment you heard his voice on the phone reassuring you that he’d be home tonight, you secretly bursted out crying, not wanting to make the older boy worry. 

the night he came home, you did some light eyeliner and wore simple clothing, not wanting to go all out since it would probably be late at night until he got home and to be honest all you wanted was to just be in his loving embrace. after putting on the gray hoodie jisung left for you and black leggings, you put your up in a messy bun. your stray baby hairs were peaking out.

you then drove to the dreamies dorm where you agreed to meet up, being able to see not only your boyfriend but your best friends as well. the managers let you in with a smile. they have always had a soft spot for you and lowkey loved you more than the boys.

sitting on the couch you waited. hours passed and still nothing. no notifications on your phone. no text. no call. the last form of communication you had with jisung was his phone call letting you know he was on the plane, about to take off. 

you were a little worried, wondering if he’s still on his flight or if he’s okay. but you didn’t really know the distance between where he was flying from and korea, so the flight could just be really really long.

you tried staying up, you really did. the movie you played to keep you entertained was slowly lulling you to sleep. it was already one am and from the long day you had, you just couldn’t fight off the heaviness of your eyes.

a few hours passed and you were knocked out on the couch, your soft snores filled the silence of the room as the movie was long over.

too deep in your sleep to notice you didn’t wake up to hear your phone ringing and buzzing, blowing up with texts and calls from your very own boyfriend. 

jisung was worried. you weren’t answering and the last form of contact he had with you was when he called you right before they took off. your excited voice made his heart swell and he couldn’t wish for anything more than the plane to hurry up so he can scoop his baby in his arms and shower you with kisses. 

it was a little weird to have those thoughts though. jisung? the shy baby of nct wanting to give kisses? if you told him that a year ago he would’ve laughed and asked if you were mentally sane. being an idol at thirteen meant knowing at such a young age the things accepted and shamed in the kpop industry. having a girlfriend or any intimate relationship like that meant hate and shame for both parties. but his reasoning to not have a significant other yet all washed away the moment he laid his eyes on you.

one year later and you’re the light of his life. sure his hyungs loved teasing him about you but to be honest, he’ll take any sort of teasing if it meant being with you. you were and still are his everything. although he is still really shy showing affection in front of them, he’d still pull you in for a kiss if he really wanted to. however once you two were alone, this man was the biggest bully ever. since you were younger than him by a year, he loves babying you and teasing you about your height. 

he’s still growing his confidence being like that with his members so there’s an occasional time where he’ll speak to you cutely, cause the other members to gape in shock, mouths opening and closing like goldfish in a tank. 

during the ride back to their dorm, jisung couldn’t help but voice out his worries to his hyungs, wondering if you were okay. 

“do you think y/n is okay?” jisung would ask every ten seconds, lowkey annoying the others. his leg was bouncing nervously as he stared at his phone screen, seeing all the unread messages.

“jisung don’t be dumb.” renjun sighed as he laid down, reclining the seat as far as it could go. “it’s three am for god's sake! she probably just fell asleep.” he reasoned with the younger, just wanting him to shut up. 

donghyuck laughed a bit with his eyes closed, feeling the fatigue get to him too. 

jisung pouted a bit before sighing back. “i mean i guess you’re right.” 

the pink haired boy reclined his chair back too before quickly sitting up in terror.

“jisung what’s—”

“what if she’s being kidnapped and—“

chenle threw a pillow at him to shut up.

-

jisung flew out of the car, not caring if his luggage was still in the trunk of the car or if the others were still behind. the only thing he cared about was you. 

fumbling with the keys to the dorm he managed to open the lock in record time before face planting on the floor, tripping on the random shoe on the floor. the boy was ready to throw hands with the footwear until he realized who it belonged to. 

y/n, he thought. 

quietly walking through the dark dorm he sees a light coming from the living room and hears the snores he’s been wishing to hear in person for a whole month. 

❝ it starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose ❞

his feet suddenly felt like jelly looking at your peaceful form. you were gorgeous.

his nose scrunched up in happiness after noticing you were wearing his hoodie, the one he specifically wore for a week straight after knowing he’d be away for you for a month. 

with shaky hands, jisung slowly swats the stray hairs from your hair, a smile on his lips. as carefully as he could, he removed the blanket covering you sleeping form to slip in beside you on the couch.

❝ wherever it goes, i always know❞

the feeling of your warmth snuggled up against him still makes his heart hammer and at some point jisung was afraid you’d wake up to the sound of his thumping heart. instead however, you just nuzle your head into his neck instinctively making his face heat up. you really had an effect on this boy.

❝ you make me smile, please stay for a while now ❞

in moments like these, jisung really takes the time to appreciate how beautiful you are. don’t get him wrong, you’re gorgeous all the time. but when you’re unconscious, eyeliner slightly smudged, hair up in a messy bun and in his clothes, these are the most beautiful moments for him.

the smile on his lips evident as he thinks how nice it would be to come home to you like this for the rest of his life.

❝ just take your time whoever you go❞

rubbing soft circles into your back, jisung was ready to fight donghyuck when he came into the dorms like a mad man. the moment hyuck opened his mouth, your boyfriend was already shushing him with a glare, being careful to not lose the rhythm his hands had on your back. 

hyuck’s eyes widened a bit before smiling softly at the two. 

“jisungie is in loveee~” he teased the younger as the rest of the members came walking through the door, their eyes landing at the soft sight in front of them. 

jaemin looked at you two so happily. he knew how much you made their maknae happy and how much their maknae made you happy. you guys were a match made from heaven and he loved you for always bringing a smile to jisung’s face.

jeno’s eye smile was out, snickering a bit at how disgustingly fluffy jisung looked. the shy boy he grew up with was so confident (or well, more confident than usual) when it came to you. you brought out the best in the boy and jeno couldn’t thank you enough for that. 

chenle just rolled his eyes with a small smile, walking towards his room. he loves you two, don’t get him wrong. but sleep is calling him. lowkey though chenle loves to see you two together just cause the room gets brighter. your happiness and content being in each other’s arms makes everyone in the room happy too.

renjun bit back a smile, wanting to tease the younger. 

“i told youuu~!” he poked at jisung’s cheeks, bending down to look at your sleeping form fondly. looking at jisung’s red cheeks he laughed, causing the boy to glare again.

“shush you’re gonna wake her up.” he whispered.

renjun narrowed his eyes a bit before scoffing. “you’re lucky i like her and want her to sleep, unlike you.” he rolled his eyes but his smile showed he wasn’t really mad. 

after everyone left, jisung turned his attention back to you immediately cooing at the drool falling down your mouth. it was a little disgusting, he wasn’t gonna lie, but you’re cute so he let it slide. jisung was about to go for a kiss until he heard an annoying voice whisper in the back :

“jisungie is in loveee~”

the pillow that jisung threw at hyuck is what woke you up.

[stupouid]

Unity (ATLA boys x reader) Chapter 3

returA/N hey guys!! sorry it took so long to get chapter 3! I literally could not find a plot for this chapter, so i decided to skip the desert. 

Chapter 2|Chapter 3

Word count: 3210 words

Chapter 3

The Desert (i am aware that i skipped a lot of episodes I just don’t want it to bee too long)

Traveling with the GAang was interesting. To kill time Aang told Y/N stories of how King Bumi was like as a kid. Y/N was extremely fascinated by these anecdotes, and amazed by how everyone could travel freely throughout the four nations 100 years ago. She wanted to participate in the story-telling too, so she told Aang some of the stories her mother had told her about her travels, and this shocked Aang as well. Soon the two realized that a century ago traveling rules were less strict than they were twenty years ago. 

Everyone in the group was quite fond of Y/N. Katara was grateful to have another girl in the group so she would have someone to rant to whenever Sokka did something disgusting. Aang was grateful to have someone help him locate his next destination, as Sokka and Katara had never been outside of the south pole. And Sokka was grateful that there was someone who would listen to his jokes or agree with his crazy ideas. 

Sokka would be lying if he denied the fact that he was feeling some sort of connection to Y/N. He always wanted to be around her for some reason, and every little thing she did would be engraved in his mind. If Y/N played with her h/c locks, Sokka would save that and think about it when he had nothing else to think about. If Y/N laughed at one of his jokes, he would automatically analyze said joke, and try to make more jokes like that one. If Y/N gave him a compliment on something of his or suggested he do something, he would think about that constantly and change whatever Y/N suggested.

I could say that Y/N felt the same about him, but I would be lying, and fRiEnDs DoN’t LiE. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Zuko, and wondering how he was doing. She may have not felt any romantic feelings for him, but that doesn't mean she couldn’t think about her friend. 

Weeks had passed and the GAang had a new member, an earthbender named Toph. Y/N and Toph had hit it right away, their personalities instantly clicking. And the similarities in the ways they were treated when they were younger made them closer, if anything. Toph was treated as a helpless, blind, little girl even though she was an extremely talented earth bender. Y/N’s parents treated her well, but Azula made her feel useless since she had no bending. And after Y/N’s mother died, Y/N’s father had neglected and emotionally abused her. So yeah, the two girls had been through a lot. 

As of right now, the 5 teens were walking through the desert, without Appa because he had been taken by sandbenders for money. As usual, Y/N tuned out of the conversation (more like an argument) that was between Toph and Aang about how Toph let Appa go away. 

“I’m going after Appa,” Aang shouted in a harsh tone. He then flew off with his glider.

“Aang! Wait!” Katara shouted, running to the spot where he took off from. Y/N walked over to KAtara and placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“We'd better start walking,” Y/N started. “We're the only people who know about the solar eclipse. We have to get that information to Ba Sing Se.” The teens, minus Aang, then started to walk towards the same direction Aang flew off in. 

“You think if we dig out the giant owl, he'll give us a ride?” Sokka questioned. Y/N laughed and punched his shoulder playfully.

-

Sokka, Katara, Toph and Y/N had been walking in the desert for at least an hour now. The sun was scorching hot, and much to Sokka’s delight, Y/N had taken off the top layer of her outfit, leaving her in a tank top that showed off her smooth, s/c, arms. Annoyed by the sun, Y/N took Momo off of Sokka’s back and used his wings to create some shade. Sokka, obviously annoyed because he could’ve done the same, was about to protest when he crashed into Toph. 

“Hey! Can’t you watch where you’re-” Sokka stopped his sentence after realizing what he’d said.

“No.” Toph hissed.

“Right. Sorry!” Sokka replied bashfully. Katara turned around to face the rest of the group.

“Come on guys, we’ve got to stick together!” Katara announced. During the short time Katara spoke, Sokka had accidentally stuck his clothes to Y/N, and was trying to free himself by pushing her away. Luckily for him, Y/N was trying her hardest to help him out too. 

“If Sokka sweats anymore, I don’t think it will be a problem!” Y/N shouted, struggling to get the boy off of her. Toph, who was even more annoyed, pushed Sokka to the ground, separating the two at last. 

“Katara, can I have some water?” Toph asked politely.

“Okay, but we’ve got to try to conserve it.” Katara bended four blobs of water out of her pouch into the mouths of Sokka, Toph, and Momo. When she noticed Y/N wasn’t accepting it, she asked, “Y/N? Don’t you want any?”

Y/N replied with, “I’m fine. Really.” 

“Y/N! You have to drink some! If not you’ll pass out because of dehydration!” Sokka shouted.

“Okay, dad!” Y/N groaned. She accepted the blob of water Katara had bended her way. 

Smacking his lips, Sokka said, “We're drinking your bending water. You used this on the swamp guy! Urch!” Y/N started to laugh, but ended up coughing after registering the taste of the water. Worried, Sokka patted her on the back repeatedly until she wasn’t coughing anymore. 

“It does taste swampy.” Toph giggled. Momo whined at the taste.

“I’m sorry, it’s all we have.” Katara mumbled bashfully.

“Not anymore!” Sokka shouted. “Look!” He walked over to a random cactus plant that was in their path. He cut off a piece and drank the liquid inside.

“Sokka, wait! You shouldn’t be eating strange plants!” Katara shouted with worry, running over to him. Curious, Y/N joined the two siblings. 

“There’s water trapped inside these!” Sokka shouted. He offered some to Y/N, and she took a tiny sip. She instantly felt lighter.

“I don’t know…” Katara started.

“It’s thirst quenching though! If that helps!” Y/N proclaimed. A little juice dribbled onto her chin and Sokka wiped it off. Blushing, Y/N punched Sokka again. He paid no attention to the punch as some sort of trance overtook him.

“Drink cactus juice. It'll quench ya! Nothing's quenchier. It's the quenchiest!” Katara grabbed his drink and poured it away.

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” Katara laughed. “Y/N, will you watch him?”

“Sure!” Y/N answered, still laughing. She grabbed Sokka and lockerd their arms together so he wouldn’t get away.

“Hey pretty lady!” Sokka shouted, dragging out the ‘y’ in ‘hey’. “Are we married?”

Still laughing, Y/N replied with, “Sure. We live in Omashu, and we adopted three turtle ducks. One’s named Toph, one’s named Katara, and the last one is named Aang. Sounds nice, right?”

“Anything’s nice as long as I’m with you!” Sokka sang out with a lovestruck expression on his face. He leaned towards Y/N for a kiss, but she only shoved his head away from hers. “Who lit Toph on fire?”

-

“I'm sorry, Aang. I know it's hard for you right now but ... we need to focus on getting out of here.” Aang had recently joined the group again and Katara was trying her best to comfort the airbender. 

“What's the difference? We won't survive without Appa. We all know it.” This surprised Y/N. In the short time she had known the Avatar, he was always positive, no matter the situation. 

“Aang. If we work together, we can find Appa. Stay positive! Right Toph? Katara?” Y/N looked to the girls for affirmation.

“As far as I can feel, we're trapped in a giant bowl of sand pudding. I got nothin'.” Toph sighed. Frustrated, Y/N turned to her last resort.

“Sokka? Care to share any knowledge as to how we could reach Ba Sing Se?” Y/N was standing next to Sokka’s body, which was lying on the sand with Momo right next to him.

“Why don't we ask the circle birds?” Sokka responded nonchalantly. Groaning, Y/N looked at the sky, only to see four buzzard wasps circling above their heads. Katara grabbed her head in annoyance. 

“Ugh ... We're getting out of this desert, and we're going to do it together! Aang, get up. Everybody, hold hands. We can do this. We have to.” Katara grabbed Aang’s hand and Aang grabbed Toph’s. Katara used her other hand to grab Y/N’s and Y/N used all her strength to tug Sokka from the ground. Sokka stood up and placed Momo on his back. 

-

Y/N was sleeping peacefully next to Sokka when she was abruptly woken up by Katara shouting, “Come on, get up! We need to go.” Groaning, Toph, Y/N and Sokka all rose up from the place they decided to rest. 

“Yesterday my mouth tasted like mud. Now it just tastes like sand. I never thought I'd miss the taste of mud so much.” Y/N was going to laugh but she started coughing again, much like last time when Toph had registered the taste of the water. Sokka instinctively patted her back repeatedly while Katara went to wake up Aang.

“I’m awake,” Aang stated. “I couldn’t sleep.” 

Nodding, Katara responded to the boy with, “Well, we need to get moving if we want to get out of this sand pit.” Aang quickly sat up as he noticed a sky-bison like silhouette floating by the moon.

“Appa!” Aang shouted, trying to get it’s attention.

“Appa‌? But why would Princess Yue need him‌? She's the moon! She flies by herself!” Sokka questioned as he grabbed Y/N’s hand, using it to rub his cheek. Y/N smacked him on the head, obviously weirded out. 

“It's just a cloud.” Katara stated sadly, referring to the sky-bison-like object in the sky. “Wait! A cloud! Aang, fly up and bend the water from that cloud into my pouch.” Aang scoffed, obviously annoyed and agitated, but did as the girl said. When he landed on the ground, he threw Katara’s pouch at her. She looked in, only to be disappointed.

“Wow ... there's hardly any in here.” Aang sighed loudly.

“I'm sorry, okay! It's a desert cloud; I did all I could! What's anyone else doing?! What are you doing‌?!” Katara and Y/N were shocked. Aang had never acted like this before. Katara shook her head.

“Trying to keep everyone together. Let's just get moving. We need to head this direction.” The group walked towards the direction Katara had set them up in silence until Toph tripped and fell on her face. Worried, Y/N let go of Sokka and Katara’s hands to check up on the earthbender.

“Ow! Crud! I am so sick of not feeling where I'm going!” Toph shouted, pointing to the rock-like object she tripped on. “And what idiot buried a boat in the middle of the desert‌?”

“A boat?” Y/N asked. Katara ran over to observe the object.

“Believe me, I kicked it hard enough to feel plenty of vibrations.” By now Sokka and Aang had joined the three girls to observe the object. Aang motioned everyone to step back, and used his airbending to get rid of the sand, revealing a boat like contraption.

“It’s a glider! Like the one sandbenders use!” Y/N exclaimed. Sokka clapped his hand onto her back. 

“Look!” Katara shouted. “It's got some kind of compass on it! I bet it can point us out of here! Aang, you can bend a breeze so we can sail it. We're going to make it!”

-

The five teens had squeezed onto the glider, with Katara navigating and Aang driving it using his airbending.

“The needle on this compass doesn't seem to be pointing north according to my charts.” Katara had stated. Y/N was going to sit next to Katara to help her out, but decided not to. Sokka placed himself right next to Y/N, and grabbed her hand. 

“Take it easy little lady. I'm sure the sand folks who built this baby know how to get around here.” Y/N was obviously weirded out, but let Sokka do his thing. She didn’t want to make him angry, because in his current state, it would result in him doing something extremely annoying. 

Katara gasped. “That's what the compass is pointing to! That giant rock! It must be the magnetic center of the desert.” Y/N turned around to look at the rock that Katara was pointing to. 

Obviously ecstatic, Toph shouted, “ A rock‌?! Yes! Let's go!” Y/N just giggled.

“Maybe we can find some water there!” Katara exclaimed with a hopeful tone in her voice.

“Maybe we can find some sandbenders.” Aang snapped. He guided the glider towards the rock. 

-

“Ahhh ... Finally! Solid ground!” Toph cheered as she laid on the rock, creating a rock angel with her bending. When she was finished creating the angel, she stood up and joined the rest of the group, who were exploring a cave with a gooey substance. 

“I think my head is starting to clear out the cactus juice. And look!” Sokka shouted as he dipped his hand in the mysterious substance, earning a groan from Y/N. He licked the substance and offered some to Y/N, who kicked him in the leg in response. 

“You've been hallucinating on cactus juice all day and then you just lick something you find stuck to the wall of a cave‌?!” Y/N ranted. “Spirits, you really are dense.” Frowning, Sokka wiped the goo off his hands and placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. He whispered, “Sorry.” Y/N just nodded in response.

“I don't think this is a normal cave.” Toph stated. “This was carved by something.” 

“Yeah,” Aang agreed. “Look at the shape.”

“There's something buzzing in here. Something that's coming for us!” Toph shouted. The group ran out of the cave. Toph, Aang, and Y/N screamed as a buzzard wasp emerged from the darkness of the cave. Y/N pulled down Aang and Toph as it flew over their heads. 

Another buzzard flew between Toph and Sokka. Toph used her earth bending to launch a rock in the direction of the buzzard, and the rock nearly crushed Sokka.

“What are you doing? That rock almost crushed me!” Sokka shouted. 

“Sorry! I can’t tell where they are in the air!” Toph replied. Another wasp flew in between Sokka and Y/N. Y/N was going to hit it with one of her many throwing knives but Sokka lightly shoved her out of the way. 

“I got this one!” Sokka told her. Y/N was annoyed, but realized that there wasn’t a wasp and Sokka was still hallucinating. Figuring that it would be funny to watch him smack his machete at nothing, she moved out of the way. Sokka then swung his machete at nothing, and Y/N giggled. 

“Sokka, there’s nothing there!” Katara shouted, obviously fed up with him.

“I guess my head’s not as clear as I thought.” Sokka muttered. Y/N grabbed his arm and dragged him down to her level. 

“We have to get out of here!” Katara shouted. “I’m completely out of water to bend!” Y/N nodded, about to move with Sokka trailing behind her, when a buzzard grabbed Momo.

“Momo! I’m not losing anyone else out here!” Aang shrieked. Full of anger, he took off on his glider in hot pursuit of Momo and the wasp.

“Come on, we’re going down.” Katara told the others. Katara held Toph by the hand as they made their way down a narrow ledge. Y/N was about to make her way to the others by herself when Sokka grabbed her hand.

“Hey! You- you shouldn’t go down alone!” Sokka exclaimed. Annoyed, Y/N traversed the wall and landed on the ground with a backflip, while smiling up at Sokka. 

-

“What are you doing in our land with a sandbender sailer? ‌ From the looks of it, you stole it from the Hami tribe.” A sandbender named Sha-Mo asked Katara.

“We found the glider abandoned in the desert. We're traveling with the Avatar. Our bison was stolen and we have to get to Ba Sing Se.” Katara stated. The man’s eyes widened when he learned that Aang was the Avatar. 

“You dare accuse our people of theft while you ride in on a stolen sand sailer‌?!” Another man stated. Toph’s eyes narrowed when she heard the man speak, and Y/N frowned. 

“Quiet, Ghashiun. No one accused our people of anything. If what they say is true, we must give them hospitality.” Sha-Mo stated. 

“Sorry, father.” Ghashiun replied.

“I recognize the son's voice. He's the one that stole Appa.” Toph cautioned. Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked at Sokka, who looked equally as confused and surprised. 

“Are you sure?” Katara asked. 

“I never forget a voice.” Toph answered. 

Aang charged forwards toward Ghashiun. “You stole Appa! Where is he? ‌What did you do to him?”

“They're lying! They're the thieves!” Ghashiun defended himself. Aang, obviously agitated, he smacked his staff on the ground, and one of the gliders flew off due to his airbending. “Where. Is. My. Bison! You tell me where he is now!”

“What did you do?” Sha-Mo asked Ghashiun.

“I-it wasn’t me!” Ghashiun tried to defend himself.

“You said to put a muzzle on him!” Toph shouted! 

“You muzzled Appa‌?” At this point, Aang was enraged. Sokka, Katara, and Y/N all looked to each other, with fear evident on their faces. Aang’s tattoos then started glowing as he entered the Avatar state. 

“I'm sorry! I didn't know that it belonged to the Avatar!” Ghashiun shouted.

“Tell me where Appa is!” Aang shouted, with the voices of all the Avatars. 

“I traded him! To some merchants! He's probably in Ba Sing Se by now! They were going to sell him there! Please! We'll escort you out of the desert! We'll help however we can!” Wind started swirling around Aang as he started floating in the air. Sokka pulled Y/N as he booked his way out of Aang’s vicinity. They finally found a spot that would keep them safe from Aang’s sandstorm and Sokka wrapped Y/N in a hug to protect her.

“Just get out of here! Run!” Y/N shouted towards the other sandbenders. Aang dropped his staff and the wind formed a sphere around him. As everyone ran away, Katara stayed put near Aang. The sandstorm engulfed the two, and they braced themselves as the whirlwind swooped over them. Katara managed to embrace Aang in a hug, causing him to calm down. Sokka lifted his arms which were wrapped safely around Y/N’s head and body. 

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[7wanderingpaws]

⭐️ I’m curious about about a “directors cut” for Let’s Have Some Gentle Fun and Captain Bucheon as well.

Jamie, not gonna lie but if I had to guess what youd be asking about, I would say these two! I feel like I owe you with the "Lets have some gentle fun" one shot since it was for you ㅠㅠ (this will be long, sorry)

Directors cut for: Lets Have Some Gentle Fun

(Can I just say I want to explore Jiyongs character in this one? lol totally unrelated but still... "Dragon" and his own adventures haha)

Baekhyun smiled at you kindly, his eyes following your movements the entire time despite having a beautiful chick sitting on his thighs. Gulp. Those thighs.

“Thank you,” he made sure to say, when you stood up to your full length. Shooting him a very pressed, almost painful smile, you nodded once, accidentally meeting his gaze that you thought was not on you any longer.

You were wrong. But were you wrong as well when you always felt electricity curse down your veins whenever you would look at each other? Was the attraction just from your side? Why was he so hard to approach yet so easy to talk to once you actually managed to spike up a conversation?

Right. Your friends always snatched him away. While he was the center of the circle, you were the edge; the misunderstood one yet always invited. Doing chatty-chats with the famous ones in the circle of your friends seemed to be hard because if they didn’t really vibe with you, they’d made sure you could feel it. Baekhyun not once did, yet his apologetic smiles whenever someone wanted to talk to him when he was about to start a conversation with you, hurt more than any of your other friends’ attitude.

Reciprocating his stare a little longer, you finally turned, thinking he would be paying attention to the pretty lady on his lap. Yet again, you were wrong. He was looking even when you were far gone and back to the bar to continue your shift.

Okay, stop here. This right here screams interest and Baekhyuns badly hidden attraction towards OC. He had been doing that in other scenes where he stares at her and says words that clearly mean his interest, but there is something holding him back which is his girlfriend; the one sitting on his lap, the one who will appear at the end of the storyline. Meanwhile, OC isnt as focused on his girlfriend, as she is on the reality of everyone stealing him away from her. Baekhyun can only offer apologetic smiles - why is that? OC can only interpret that as his disinterest; he isnt much different than the others. Baekhyun is being very vague again in the next scene:

“You have a man here?”

Both of you were quiet now. He was staring into your eyes, something so hard for you to decipher flashing in those deep orbs. His eyes seemed almost black, swallowing up every light that dared to enter including you.

“It’s what you all think about me, isn’t it?” you mumbled quietly. “That I bring men home, that I’m the quiet before the storm. I know that’s what you all say behind my back. I’m just living up to your knowledge.”

Baekhyun’s face became unreadable. His features evened out. “Way to ruin the mood.”

You laughed. “Whatever mood you’re talking about-“

Baekhyun made OC believe there was something happening between them in that moment. He is always unconsciously flirting with her, making baby steps to get to know OC better; it felt like he put the blame on her when in reality, he is the taken man and he is the one never offering more. And he had the audacity to act hurt at the idea of her having someone there?

He stepped closer, silencing you right away. “I know people are judgemental fucks but I would have always said otherwise about you.”

“Meaning?”

He gave you a lopsided smirk, not reaching his eyes. “I can hardly judge you when I know so little about you. I never believe those rumors and you shouldn’t give a damn either. If anything, you’re the most intriguing among our friends.”

He couldn’t tell, but breath hitched in your throat from the way his eyes were drinking you up, their intensity burning every sane thought you could produce. “Then why do you always yield to those friends? We had many chances to talk. But it wasn’t me who always turned around at the last moment.”

The tension was almost palpable when you were looking up at him.

He didn’t reply and you realized the headache you were gifted with today. Sighing tiredly, you smiled up. “Whatever. Don’t answer that. Go. I bet your girlfriend is waiting.” When he didn’t move, you snorted a laugh. “Why are you even baking at this hour? You’ll be late to work.”

Poor OC. Baekhyun was darn lucky she decided to speak up and not let him answer. He wouldnt be able to offer anything she would want to hear in that moment. I really liked these scenes because they set the diversity of Baekhyuns character, they set up the confusion, and at the same time they are enhancing OCs struggle with her crush towards him. She knows she cant have him, and she also thinks Baekyhun is just like her other friends, while she has no clue the man is attracted to her. Just for the funsies - we dont know whether he actually meant it, or whether he just wanted his desire to be satiated by her as a one night stand. I still love this plotline so much! And I think it is the most realistic kind of crush - from OCs side and from Baekhyuns side.

Directors cut: Captain Bucheon

“Then why would you do it if you don’t want to do it?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“Because I’m in the student council,” you replied almost in a whine. “They asked me and I couldn’t say no!” You threw your arms around, making it sound like a big deal. And for you, it was a big deal. You didn’t like how you were easily pushed around.

Baekhyun nodded, a small smile stretching his lips when he saw your comprehension. Sweet university life. “You must be very liked by everyone.”

You froze at that. That wasn’t true. How would you tell your ex the reason everyone was all over you was because you had huge tits and you were friends with Chul? “It’s not like that…”

Baekhyun nodded, noting your discomfort but deciding against questioning it. He didn’t think he was anywhere near the position to stick his nose into your business. For all he knew, he’d scare you away like that time in the bar but, frankly, he didn’t even utter a single word that night to give you a reason for your abrupt fleeing.

“So you run here often, huh,” he heard you say and then saw you shuffling your feet, the small stones of the track field rustling under them.

So much is happening here I want to CRY! The first question Baekyhun asked is something he would definitely ask her if they were dating. He cares about her so much, he needs to ask for her reasons. Yet, Captain Byun isnt the type to be too nosy; from Burn Your Bridges we saw he was a passionate lover but very mature and responsible which also shows in the part where he didnt question her about her discomfort when he sensed it. But he still cares too much. These scenes prove how tables turned; Lee Nari is the one who is harder to reach now, while Baekhyun seems to be losing his mind a little with having the young girl back in his life. It shows in this scene:

Baekhyun was fast. Before you realized the warmth of his hand leaving yours, you heard a loud snap, his fist landing with the dude’s face. You squealed, covering your mouth in shock and just like that, Baekhyun had professionally put the lad down, having both his arms locked behind his back. It vastly made you remember when he did a similar move with your brother in his office at the police station, and chills ran down your spine.

Right. Baekhyun first arrested you, and then your brother who was still in jail until now. Baekhyun lied to you to get closer to you. Right. Right, right, right.

“Don’t ever even imagine her in your filthy mind,” Baekhyun’s voice thundered through the space.

Baekhyun lost it. And this is also a huge trigger for the OC. If you read the story, you would learn that Baekhyun would never pull this move on just a random person he needs to protect as a cop. But we are talking about Lee Nari and he would sure as hell manhandle anyone who dared to talk about her badly. Even her brother.

Your palm landed on his cheek and Baekhyun’s face snapped to his right side. “I hate you!” You shouted shakily, more tears spilling down your cheeks, the snot out of your nose. You were a mess. “I hate everything you put me through, Byun Baekhyun! You lied to me! Why did you lie to me?! I loved you!” You shouted again, and squeezed your eyes shut.

(...)

Your palms were still, pressing against his sturdy chest but you couldn’t make him move anymore. You were crying now, your voice shaking and your eyes still squeezed shut. “What did I do to deserve this… when all I did was love you honestly, purely,” you wailed, your voice sounding almost like a wolf’s howl in the empty streets of the campus. “I was just seventeen…”

Baekhyun was quiet the whole time, emotions of guilt eating him away just like they had been for the past year. His own heart was in pain and he knew how hurt you were but seeing you like this made his heart split into two. You were a complete, utter mess.

Even I felt heartbroken as I wrote that, angst at its best!! Baekhyun could finally witness just how damaged the girl is. Nari needed this. Thank God Baekhyun provided her the chance to finally speak up. I just loved the slap that she gave him, I loved how passionate and aggressive she was - with all his previous kindness, she finally erupted like a volcano. I love how she became so tired of her emotions, so tired of hating on Baekhyun that eventually led her to be in his arms. That last sentence is just as heart-breaking; your lover realizing just how much they ruined you but they still hold you in their arms. Its a little ironic, isnt it? The delicious pain of enemies/lovers trope <3 God I love them!!

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[anonil88]

“This isn't prison break.”parts 1 & 2

Rue runs away for a night from rehab with a bunch of people she doesn't know. They go to a club, do some stupid stuff and adopt a cat.

wrote this and put it on AO3- lnk here- but also updating on here:

PART 1

Rue laughs absently at the other group of "degenerates" as Ali would call them. They are walking along the side of the road towards wherever a kid named Malcolm was leading them. She technically was supposed to be in her small dorm bed asleep and awaiting 4 am check in. But instead here she was being a fellow degenerate who had technically escaped the rehab facility. They all intended on going back to the treatment facility eventually. She hopes Sol would even though it meant they probably would be separated. They all just needed a night of more because everyone was on edge and needed a break. Everyone was aware that the consequences would be getting kicked out or all restrictions taken away. But, fuck it.

Her group of acquaintances, because they were not her friends, was made up of a random assortment of folks. One of which was some guy named Graham who was apparently the older "brother" of Angel. Angel was the only one out of the group besides her roommate who actually knew more than whatever she half assed in group therapy. Which was very little but it was enough to keep them.... interested. Rue shoves her hands in the pockets of a pair of baggy shorts that Angel threw at her in a parking lot after everyone met back up. Their escape plan was a plan but they all booked it through a hole in the fence and through a patch of woods at first. Some person named Bones, who had to at least be a sophomore in college, picked them all up in a hatchback and the Graham who opened a backpack filled with vices.

Rue steered clear of the opiates and went straight for the bottle of Coconut Rum. Even though she could practically hear the pills singing her fucking name. Most of them actually opted to be clean of whatever landed them in rehab but not sober. Not everyone though because Angel was definitely rolling a tiny bit and so were two other people out of the 5 fence jumpers. Including her roommate Sol. Rue just figured the slap on the wrist once they got back would be less harsh without a positive test. The rum was more than enough to stay kind of alert amongst everyone here. All these faces that might leave her dying face down in a ditch if she OD’ed....again.

She wasn't even in here because of an overdose. Just a basic relapse that made her mom's mind up for her and now she was forced into a stupid facility with strangers. They forced her to talk, made sure she ate, but she honestly felt worse being inside than out. It was probably working the 12 steps and quiet therapy sessions but in places she didn't see yet. This right here though the warmth of the air touching her skin as the packed car they'd all tumbled into hurtled through empty streets. Leaning her head back she mumbles along the lyrics while Sol pulls at the worn shirt collar. 

 "Beep beep go swerving in my, Beep been you want me riding in your...."

Rue sighs feeling sticky lips press against her clavicle and up her neck.

 "Beep beep ghost busting in my,

 Beep beep you want me riding in your....driving super fast."

Sol was cool people but Rue knew it couldn't be anything more than fooling around. Kissing when no one was watching or either of them came back from a therapy session sobbing.  Sometimes Sol sneaking into her bed at night so they could have quickie sex sessions. This wasn't how Rue expected to explore her sexuality that was pretty dormant but it was what she had. It also wasn't with who she had in mind either. Lingering feelings aside the two of them were stuck in a juvenile inpatient program. With the same beds as the ones in college pamphlets, a no shoelace rule, and  fuzzy socks ( that Rue secretly loves). This girl was like 3 inches shorter than Rue, dark skinned, neck tattoos and a short cut. Sol had been through so much more shit than Rue and it made her feel ungrateful. Ungrateful because at least she had a hard working mom who still loved her and hadn't abandoned all hope. Other people in the program who took it seriously though told her not to because her life sucked too.

Feeling Sol's lips on hers she kissed her back. She didn't feel anything but it must have felt amazing to Sol who deepened the kiss. The car swerved past what in Rue's mind had to be a pothole. Sol falls away further into her body clutching the fabric of her shirt and accidentally her chest. Rue hears Sol sigh and snaps her eyes open while Sol still kisses her. Rue grabs hold of the handle above the door and sits back up mumbling, what was that. She watches Sol roll her eyes and sit back into the tan seats.

"Oh FUCK," Bones yelled slowing the car down and pulling over. Bones had their black hair slicked all the way back and a cigarette falling out of their mouth. They were odd enough sober and everyone's dd, just a ball of chaotic a.d.d they'd laughed at her earlier as they walked her from the gas station bathroom back to the car. It was a nice gesture because apparently she seemed "kind of uncomfortable," which was true. The urge to escape herself dulled the fear of her mother's true unbridled anger. Or Fez's.

He was really upset when he found out she got a new plug after actually being clean for so long. She turns to look out the back window and sees two green eyes attached to a small grey mound in the road. 

"What the....omg a cat omg," Angel is practically bouncing out of the car after pulling out a half eaten filet o fish. Rue watches him in an outfit she felt fit him so much more than the basic t-shirt and sweatpants he wore everyday. His platform sneakers lit up across the black asphalt as he inches  closer to the obviously terrified animal. A glitter covered arm wove in front of him with food and Rue leans into the window in anticipation. The only thing that could make Angel seem even more angelic was wings or a halo above his half platinum half silver hair. He honestly seemed like the type to fit right into Jules's friend group. But instead he was the kind creative rave kid who drew her pictures of kandy he'd give her one day. 

"Hey um...you ," she feels her shoulder being tapped. "Put this in your lap."

PART 2

"Yes! I love this song," Bones yells back rolling down the windows. The cool autumn air filling the car and the smell of weed being blown out the window. 

Her heel is bouncing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With one more she could become triple A instead of alcoholics anonymous. She can feel a comfortable softness against her sole. It's from a piece of fabric she keeps stuffed in her sock. Her knee keeps bouncing in place with the sleeping kitten being stroked by Sol in her lap. Her current reality is so much more serene than the one she relives in her head.

Arrival nurses took her hoodie at this new place only letting it stay with her the first night. She was so fucking high on check in that she screamed please don't take my dad please as they explained it to her mom. Her mom who she clung to like they were about to skin her alive. Chest rising and falling quick enough someone said something about a shot. Too high to be cold and distant but not enough for her heart to stop. Just enough to be a paranoid fuck up. Leslie tried to calm her down but it only worked after her mom bargained with them, one night.

One night and then her mom visited the next day to say goodbye. Slipping a gray square in her pocket. It was worn in from a t-shirt that her dad wore in her baby pictures. Leslie hugged her so tight before leaving whispering we love you so much. That was the last time she'd seen her mom and every time she called Leslie said oh rue like her heart was breaking again. So those phone calls were short because her mom crying always fucks her up mentally for a few days. The silent pauses remind her of the little sister who always has faith in her but is turning into someone who doesn't even look at her. 

"You okay," Sol whispers and rue nods because when was she ever. Her arm that sol is resting on is cramping but she lets it, not much arm space in this back row anyway. She should have just chosen the trunk with some 16 year old named Zach. 

"On the left yesss we made it and on time too," Graham jeers next to Sol.

 Rue looks at the dash clock crinoline her brow. "How is almost 1 am on time," she whispers. 

Sol chuckles, "It is a club not a house party you knew that right ?" Rue bites the inside of her lip and shakes her head no. Sol puckers a bottom lip and kisses her cheek. Great pity Rue thinks. Sol leans in to whisper to Rue, "Don't worry Graham knows the bouncer. No fakes required."

Rue opens back up the glass bottle in the seat net and lets the clear liquid burn her throat a bit. Out of her realm was an understatement, house parties were something she was used to but never clubs. She didn't even know what kind of club this was but judging from the giant rainbow flag out front, angry repressed frat bros wouldn't be an issue. Which helped the nerves in her stomach unwind. The fur ball on her lap made a noise and she rubbed it through the sweater it's been laid on. Sol said the kitten was probably dumped because there was a tag scar and the kitten was super clean. But was she risking it....no.

Sol takes the bottle from her hand and screws the cap back on. "You gonna dance with me tonight Benny." Sol says as she nudges her shoulder.

"Maybe," Rue shrugs.

" Okay well how about anyone else," Sol grins coyly.

Rue looks away from her and out the window. She's more interested in the brick building as they get closer than someone's hot sweaty body. There's a line to the door with several guards standing with gloved hands and flashlights. " Idk maybe," Rue looks back at Sol who is rolling her eyes. 

" Yes she is," Angel yells from the passenger seat. He's checking his makeup in the mirror and winks at rue. Which makes her tuck her hair behind her ear and cough to cover the blush. Angel turns around happily and says, "meee.'

Leaning forward Sol pecks Angel and says, " Bennett your goal tonight is to have fun, dance with someone. He, she, they, who cares, maybe you'll get a lil prison pen pal."

Rue rolls her eyes, that probably wasn't happening but it was about trying new experiences. Treatment was also not prison; it just was not freedom either. Bones pulls past the entrance and swings into the parking lot. Graham is behind them pointing as they follow directions. He's even saying fun facts like this is Knott's which Angel keeps mimicking. Bones slowly moves the car  until  one guard leans his hand in the window. The guard daps Graham up and they laugh for a second. His name is apparently DJ and he's their in. The only rules are no weapons. 

In the parking lot they all get put and Rue notices other cars with clusters of people around them. She shakes her lap free of cigarette ash and cat hair. The cat now named sparkle is being in the trunk with a makeshift bed, a small can of tuna Bones just had and an old bottle lid filled with water. Rue leans down and ties the mismatched dollar store laces on her chucks. They had hot dogs on them which was kind of cute. A tire squeals close by of a car obviously moving way too fast and drunk singing out a window speeds past them. Idiots. Everyone else was finishing a shared bottle or blunt. Leaning against the side of the trunk she feels Sol rest against her arm warming it up.

Rue can hear a steady thump and beat coming from the brick building. It makes her head move which means the music might not be her thing but it'll be tolerable. Graham even said there's another section with actual seats that has a more contained dance floor with pop and hip-hop. Just in case she got overwhelmed by the rave scene and the lights. She doubles over as she laughs at Angel's jokes. 

Kid was fucking hilarious, she stands up wiping her eyes and freezes looking in front of her.

[nad-zeta]

hi, i'm sam, she/her! i'd like a matchup please! i'm an aries, ISFP, 5'3, with glasses, dark eyes & straight dark hair that goes to my collarbone! i'm curvy/chubby with thick thighs, and i love wearing dresses and skirts. i'm kind, soft & cheerful, & i'm pretty smiley unless i'm upset! (i'm clumsy too, i bump into stuff, and my legs are usually covered with bruises). i'm pretty introverted, but i become more hyper and talkative around my friends, and we always have fun when we go out!

Hi there love! Thank you so much for the request 😃<3 I hope you are safe and well! ^0^ I hope you enjoy it dear ^_^.🔥

I match you with……………………. Kenshin

OOOh, you were definitely a troublesome person giving Hideyoshi all the grey hairs. The moment you landed in Azuchi, everyone fell in love with you. We were like an angel from heaven bringing light and warmth into their lives. Hideyoshi didn’t even have time to suspect you of being an assassin as one of the first interactions the two of you had was when, you tripped on flat ground and fell on your rear. Hideyoshi rushed to your side to help you up and guided you to the audience chamber. On your way there you accidentally lost your balance and knocked over a flower vase. Oh no, this was the worst time to have one of your clumsy streaks.

 After that, Hideyoshi knew that a sweet, clumsy person like you couldn’t possibly be an assassin or spy. You low key reminded him of Mitsunari number 2, which caused him to go into MUST PROTECT MODE.

You worked hard, and Hideyoshi started to notice that you were busy overworking yourself, so he gave you a big bag of coins and shooed you off to the market to go and relax. You walked around aimlessly when you spotted a familiar face. Sasuke! You ran up to him and started chatting with him. The two of you made your way to a teahouse together for some tea. And that my friend is when you saw him. A tall, beautiful man gracefully walking his way up you your table and plonking himself down next to Sasuke. He ordered sake and pickled plums and eyed you curiously “Sasuke why is this woman sitting with us”. Even though his words were harsh, you saw kindness and warmth in his eyes, but also a tinge of loneliness and sadness. Kenshin spent most of the tea date ignoring you; however, he couldn’t help but sneak a few glances as you.

You reminded him of a small cute bunny. As the tea date progressed on Kenshin couldn’t help but take a slight liking to you. He loved how sweet and clumsy you were, and he couldn’t help but take notice of that lovely blush spreading across your cheeks whenever he would say something to you. The two men walked you back to the main road and bid you farewell. Your low key hoped that you would be able to see Kenshin again one day as you made your way back to the castle. 

Luck must have been on your side as the very next day you spotted him sipping on sake in the very same teahouse as the day before. You went to join him, you sipped on some tea enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you. The silence was broken when Kenshin ordered some sweet buns for you to share and when they arrived, you couldn’t help but rave about how good they tasted. This, of course, put the smallest of smiles on the bunny lords face. These little tea dates had become somewhat of a norm for the two of you, and you found yourself opening up more and more to the man. You also low key really really liked him, so you were always a little loud and very blushy whenever the two of you were together. Traits that absolutely had Kenshin’s heart melting into a puddle

On one random day, Nobunaga announced that they were to go to war with the tiger and dragon and that you were to come along with them and act as a lucky charm. You were FREAKING out! You didn’t know the first thing about battles, and you were 100% against the idea of going with, like you didn’t want to die. Your concerns fell on deaf ears as you were now on the back of Nobunaga’s horse charging into battle, you kept your eyes shut the whole time, the screams and sights of war were honestly pretty traumatizing. In the midst of battle, Nobunaga charged through the front lines, and your grip on him slipped, and you went tumbling to the ground. You were now in the middle of the bloodied battlefield alone and scared. You hugged your knees and closed your eyes, trembling in fear, too paralyzed to move.

Kenshin being the god of war was slicing through the Oda ranks, having the time of his life, when he spotted something strange. He rode closer, and it came into view, he saw you trembling little a little flower in the middle of the battlefield. His heart squeezed in his chest when he saw you so distressed, so he raced to your aid. He made it just on time to block the sword from one of his very own soldiers trying to cut you down. He gave the soldier the biggest death stare known to man and crouched down to pick you up. Your big doe eyes stared up at him, and the moment you recognized him, you threw your arms around his neck and hid your head in his chest. You held onto the man as if he were your lifeline. Kenshin held you tight in his arms and placed you on top of his horse. “Close your eyes little rabbit, fear not for I will protect you”. He wrapped one arm tightly around your waist and escort you off of the battlefield into his camp. He left you in his tent while we went off to bring the battle to completion. He came back that evening to see you had fallen asleep on his futon. He simply tucked you in and gave your forehead a small kiss before heading out to take the first watch for the night. The battle had ended in a draw, and both forces were to depart back to their territories in the morning

That morning Kenshin gently woke you up and gave you a bowl of rice porridge, he grumbled a small apology for not having anything better to give you to eat. You just smiled up at him and thank him for the food and for saving your life. He then placed you on his horse once more, to take you back to Echigo. Once there, Kenshin set you up in the room next to his. It was a room fit for a princess. Honestly, the god of war was overjoyed to have found you on the battlefield, it gave him an excuse to whisk you away, to come and stay with him. He had long time ago fallen in love with you, and it pained him to say goodbye to you before the war. 

Your relationship with the bunny warlord officially started one stormy night. You were woken abruptly by a big bolt of lightning blazing through the sky, followed by a loud roar of thunder. Before you could even think, your body moved to its own accord, getting up with your pillow in hand and making your way next door to Kenshin’s room. You opened his sliding door to peer inside; you spotted him sitting at his writing desk, finishing up some important documents. Just as you were about to turn and go back to your own room, the castle shook as another loud rumble of thunder broke lose. You ran into his room, Kenshin looked up and saw the destress on you face, he opened his arms and beckon you forward. You basically dove into his warm, comforting arms taking in his scent. Kenshin enveloped you in a warm embrace, whispering words of reassurance in your ears while gently rubbing your back. He then picked you up into his arms and carried you to his futon. He gently laid you down and tucked you in before climbing in to lay beside you. He looked into your eyes and gently caressed your cheek. “I will protect you from all your fears, my love, so rest easy”. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his body, dropping small little kisses on your forehead and cheeks. You looked up at him and gave him the sweetest smallest kiss on the lips. As you pulled away, you whispered that you loved him.

OOOh, how Kenshin loved his little bunny. Everything about you brought the biggest smile to his face and made his heart so happy. He loves watching you energetically run around playing with the army of bunnies. He loves listening to your endless stories about anything and everything. What does he love the most you ask, well that easy. He absolutely loves it when something scares or startles you, and you go running to his side and hide behind his back, clinging and hugging him. This boy loves to protect the love of his life, and he absolutely loves it when you cling to him. In fact, Kenshin is a little bit of a jealous boi, so he will insist on being close to you wherever the two of you are. Whether it is holding your hands or holding you in his arms, he loves nothing more than to be near to the love of his life. He is most happy with you cuddle in his arms, drinking sake and nibbling on the delicious baked pickle plum dishes you made just for him. He will savor every bite of the baked goods, raving about how good they taste and not even sharing a crumb with anyone else

You love the soft bunny boi so much, you love that he is always there to reassure and comfort you whenever you are feeling blue or stressed. You love how he wears the knitted scarves you made for him, bragging about them to everyone he meets. You love spending hours in his arm, talking his ears off. Your favorite is, spending quiet evenings with the bunny warlord cradled in his arms surrounded by the bunny army.

 Other potential matches...................Hideyoshi 

Thanx so much for the request dear! I hope you enjoyed it! <3❤

[ofbeastsandwizards]

This Is My Mess - Part 1 [Avengers x Teen! Reader]

I had a random idea earlier, and decided I’d write a mini series! 

So, I still don’t have any requests yet! Please, send some in! It can be a prompt, or an original idea. I really want to help to bring your ideas to life!

This series starts in the first Avengers movie. 

Summary: The reader, a teen marvel addict who is *kind of* badass, gets transferred from the real world dimension to the Avengers’ dimension, ends up helping to defeat Loki’s army of Chitauri.

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

I’m writing this mini-series in 3rd and 1st person. 

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3rd Person View

It was warm on that particular sunny October day, and young, 15 year old [Y/n] [L/n] was walking home from her school’s library with a backpack full of Marvel Comic books. The young teen was a Marvel enthusiast, despite her hate for the newest Avengers movie, Endgame, which certainly crushed her hopes and dreams. 

Apart from that, she had watched every Marvel movie out there, although she preferred the movies that related to the Avengers more than things like the X-Men, she still enjoyed watching them. 

Her hair was messy, and her black tank-top was faded. She pulled on her backpack’s straps, as she continued down the sidewalk towards her Grandma’s apartment.

When [Y/n] was 12, her father passed away. He was an FBI Agent, and always expected [Y/n] to be ready to defend herself. She knew hand-to-hand combat, how to get out of a choke-hold, how to shoot a gun, was skilled with a pocket knife and was particularly good at manipulating people, although she never really used this skill. Instead, she stuck to sarcasm. Besides always teaching the young girl to be on alert constantly, her father was always there to protect her. When her father was alive, she never really cared to always watch her back. But now, she was always looking around suspiciously, and never made friends. 

Although she was always on her gaurd, she was still a curious girl, and would always go out of her way to investigate strange, mysterious or suspicious activity. This leads us to the moment we are about to experience.

[Y/n] was walking rather slow, and kept her hands on her backpack’s straps. As she was walking, she noticed a figure dressed in all black wander into an alley. With furrowed brows, [Y/n] began to follow after the mysterious person. She began to grow weary, and quietly snuck into the alley. As she got there, the figure began to climb the fire-escape. 

[Y/n] parted her lips, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What was this person doing. Silently, she lowered her backpack, and subconsciously placed her hand over her pocket where her pocket knife was concealed. She then eyed the rusting latter of the fire-escape. She puffed out a sigh, before quietly climbing the latter.

As soon as she was fairly high, she glanced down. Her eyes began to widen, and she looked away immediately, half scared to death. Her breathing sped up, and she quickly climbed the rest of the way. 

Once at the top, she saw the person standing at the building’s edge, looking down. With a gasp, [Y/n] began to sprint towards them. 

“Don’t jump!” She screamed. The person stopped and turned as [Y/n] slowed, a few feet from them.

They turned around, bits of [y/h/c] hair sticking out from under their black hood.  [Y/n] could see the small smirk underneath the shadow of it’s fabric. The figure slowly pulled away their hood, revealing [Y/n]’s face. [Y/n] stumbled backwards, choking on her own breath.

“Y-you’re me....” She whispered. The other woman only laughed.

She smiled deviously. “Oh sweetheart, I’m nothing like you.” 

And she turned. [Y/n], having a rush of adrenaline, leapt forward and locked her arms around the other woman’s middle. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I won’t let you kill yourself!” She snapped. 

The woman stopped struggling, and wrapped her hands around [Y/n]’s arms with a grip of death. “You don’t understand. I wouldn’t expect you to.” And with that, she ripped [Y/n] off of her, and accidentally threw her over the edge of the building. The woman stared with wide eyes as [Y/n] clung to the building’s edge, her fingers gripping tightly to the brick. The woman raised her eyebrows. 

“Oops.” She then looked down at her watch and winced, while [Y/n] breathed heavily, her fingers straining.

“P-please! Help!” She cried. The other woman looked down and sighed. 

She shrugged. “It’s too late. Sorry.” And she stepped on the young girl’s hand. She let out a scream of pain, her hand dropping to her side. 

“Please, don’t do this!” She yelled. The woman rolled her eyes. 

“Don’t be such a baby.” And then she kicked [Y/n]’s other hand off with great force, sending her flying backwards. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. [Y/n]’s hands reached forward desperately as the woman turned and walked away, out of sight. [Y/n] closed her eyes, as she continued falling, letting out a single breath.

Then, she smacked her head, and everything went dark. 

1st Person View 

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I was met with a throbbing pain as wet droplets landed on my face. I groaned, and squeezed my eyes, letting the ringing in my ears settle a bit. I finally opened my eyes, the echoing slowly fading and things coming into focus. I took in a shaky breath, rain pelting down on me from above. 

Shakily, I began to sit up. Then a shot of pain blasted through my head and I pressed my hand to just above my forehead. I removed my hand, and watched as blood trickled down from my fingers. I went wide eyed, and sat up straight, ignoring the pain shooting through me. I was next to a building, people occasionally walking right past me, paying me no notice. 

I began to stand up, my legs wobbling. I took a shaky breath, and looked around. It was nighttime now, and was raining a fair amount.

How long was I out?

I glanced behind me, at the massive building that seemed oddly familiar. I couldn't quite place it. Then, everything was starting to get incredibly blurry, and my knees began to grow weak. I felt increasingly dizzy, and then I blacked out.

————

Bright, industrial lights were all I could see as I opened my eyes, as well as a bright white ceiling. I furrowed my brows, and turned my head, taking note of my surroundings. Beside me was a desk, and a wall. I turned my head the opposite way, and noticed a door, and a chair. It resembled a very fancy hospital, but looked to be more of a bedroom of sorts. 

Then, a knock on the door half scared me to death. I sat up immediately, and pressed against the wall behind me.

The door opened, and in peaked a very familiar face. I had to keep myself from passing out again. Gweneth Paltrow was standing in the doorway, looking at me. I blinked.

“Oh, great! You’re up. Tony wanted me to check on you.” She said. Tony? 

Confused, I tilted my head. “Uhm, where am I?” 

Gweneth looked at me, a bit worriedly. “You don’t know where you are? Wow, I guess you hit your head harder than we thought.” She paused. “You’re in Stark Tower.” My eyes, if possible, got even wider.

If she’s talking about Stark Tower, than she must be Pepper Potts, not Gweneth Paltrow...

I swallowed hard. “O-Oh...” I glanced to the side. “What-” I swallowed once more. “What happened?” 

Pepper, for now, at least, came fully into the room. “I found you outside, you were soaked, and were bleeding from your head. You had a mild concussion, and a pretty bad cut on your forehead. I figured you passed out from blood loss.” She explained. 

I stared at her blankly for a moment. “Oh, sorry. I’m Pepper, Pepper Potts.” She stated. I nodded slightly. 

“[Y-Y/n] [L/n]....” I said quietly. She nodded. 

“Well, when you’re ready, tell JARVIS to call me so we can get you home, alright?” I nodded stiffly, despite not knowing what else to do. 

With that, Pepper stood and left the room. I let out a sigh, that came with a bit of a whine. 

“J-JARVIS?” I asked. 

Immedietly, the AI responded. “Yes, Miss [L/n]?” I smiled a bit, surprised I would ever hear that phrase. “Would you like me to call Miss Potts?”

I shook my head slightly. “Uh, no. Can you tell me the year?” 

JARVIS paused. “2012.” 

My heart nearly stopped. I went up to pinch my cheek. It hurt like hell. I hissed. This was no dream. “Holy shit...”

I just jumped dimensions...

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Should I make more? You tell me! 

[lamiasluck]

Jailbird

Summary: After a particularly bad adventure, Illinois finds himself in a tough spot. He got arrested. So him, being the man that can't be cooped up, decides to plan his escape. However, fate has decided that he doesn't deserve something that easy. So his plans hit a bump in the road when he accidentally pisses off a certain prisoner.

Characters: Yancy & Illinois

Warnings: Minor violence and fights

Words: 1719

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Chapter Two  Chapter Three

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

It was because he panicked. He panicked and now look what happened.

Illinois got arrested.

It was something stupid, truly. Oh, he shouldn’t trespass here! Oh, this is a government protected historical sight. Oh, stop resisting!

Bullshit. An adventurer like him shouldn’t be held down like that.

They took everything, absolutely everything. His clothes, his treasures, his dignity as a well-known adventurer. Even his hat, his goddamn hat. How could they disgrace him so? At this point he knew that Lady Luck screwed him over. But it didn’t matter what he thinks, what mattered was how he was going to fix this.

Illinois scanned his surroundings to try to spark ideas. There were lots of people - criminals - that eyed him like children to a fish tank. Lots of security, too, there was no way he could escape without losing an arm here. Alone, at least. The security looked tough, but the prisoners had their fair amount of strength by the looks of it. Either way… Illinois was probably going to charm one or the other.

First, Illinois looked around for the “leader”. Every scene like this had one, even the toughest guy had to respect someone. He looked around for the brooding ones. Tatoos, scars, the whole nine yards. As intimidating as those guys were, Illinois was surprised with everyone flocking to some random guy. Sure, he looked pretty tough, not as tough looking as others though, and not as harsh on the eyes as Illinois assumed he’d be.

“So I heard there’s a new guy in ‘ere?” the man asked, voice booming over the sea of prisoners. Immediately everyone looked at Illinois. Yep, this was definitely the leader.

The man paced slowly to Illinois, crossing his arms while puffing out his chest. He even had a different aura than the other prisoners. He was clearly in charge and knew that fact very well. Illinois kept his face neutral as the man stood in front of him.

“Allow me to give youse a warm welcome.” He opened his arms and gestured to everyone else. “I’m Yancy, glad to meet ya.”

“Name’s Illinois, it’s a pleasure. However, I’m afraid I can’t stay for too long,” he explained, quirking an eyebrow at Yancy’s confused expression.

“Why’s that?”

“Adventure calls, my friend~” No one reacted to his charming attitude. At least, no good reactions. “There’s been a mistake, I’m afraid. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh come on! It’s not so bad ‘ere. Youse are gonna fit right in.” The prisoners began to exchange suspicious looks amongst each other before staring at Illinois again. They fidgeted while Yancy talked.

“I’m sorry, but you don’t understand.” Illinois’ composure cracked. “I can’t be kept here. They can’t keep someone like me here!”

“Well… what ‘someone’ are youse?” Yancy’s tone turned cold and in an instant the other prisoners glared at him. Illinois glanced between all of their hostile gazes, like a pack of wolves to a rabbit. Looks like he upset the pack leader.

He caught himself panicking again. If panicking in his adventure got him in jail, who knows what could happen if he panicked here? He certainly wasn’t charming the prisoners at this rate.

“I mean no offense, Yancy.” Illinois raised his hands as if he were surrendering. “I’m just an adventurer, a thrillseeker, if you will. I’m sure this place is as charming as you say, but it’s just not for me.”

“Oh, I see…” Yancy turned to the others, smiling like the Chesire cat. A simple chuckle from him sent the group in fits of laughter. “We gots ourselves one of ‘em freebirds, yeah?”

“I guess you could say that.” Illinois ignored everyone’s judging looks, stepping closer to Yancy and leaning in. “I was hoping you could help free this bird,” he whispered.

Yancy laughed again. “As if,” he sneered.

Illinois huffed, but still cracked a tight smile. “Is that how’s it’s going to be, jailbird?” He tilted his head, which caused Yancy to scowl. “Then don’t worry about me. I’ll find another way out of here.” He turned on his heels to saunter off, only for Yancy to grab him by the shoulders and turn him around again.

“Youse think you’re so special, yeah? Well, hate to break it to youse,” Yancy pretended to ponder to himself, “No, actually I’d love to break it to youse! You’re no better than any other scumbag in ‘ere.” He shoved Illinois away from him, the adventurer stumbled but caught himself. “And if I gotta show you,” he went into a fighting stance, “I’m more than happy to welcome youse.”

Illinois’ eyes widen. The other prisoners began to cheer and encourage Yancy’s actions. He raised his hands up again in a surrendering gesture. “I’m not here to fight.”

“Then you’re here to get beaten up.”

Illinois was never one for fights, as shown by his unsure movements and seconds too late reactions. It was surprising how often his personality got him out of trouble. Though, Lady Luck really must hate him today.

Illinois fell to the ground after a hard hit to the jaw. He groaned and clutched his face, barely registering the chorus of laughs above him. Yancy snickered and turned his back to face the crowd.

“All bark, no bite.” Admittedly, he had his fair amount of bruises and cuts, but he was still standing. He ran his tongue over his busted lip as he reveled in the other’s impressed cheers. He tasted bitter blood and sweet victory at the same time.

A deep frown was plastered on Illinois’ face as he stared up at Yancy through a bruised eye. He clenched his fists. Even if Illinois was never good with fights, he was always resourceful.

Yancy fell to the ground with a yelp when Illinois landed a sharp kick to his shins. Before he could react, Illinois dug his knee into his chest and punched him. “I’m not done yet, jailbird,” Illinois growled at the dazed prisoner. He never let Yancy recover as he threw punch after punch. “I am getting out of here. One way or another.” He raised his hand once more, only to be abruptly grabbed from behind.

“Now what is going on here?!” the warden called out from within the crowd. The guard that grabbed Illinois’ arm pulled him up and twisted his arms behind his back in a painful angle. Yancy received the same treatment, staring fearfully as the warden slowly approached.

“Let me go-!” Illinois gasped.

“Well what do we have here?” The warden stood in front of Illinois. “You just shown up and you’re already starting fights?” He shook his head.

“He started it,” he replied, glaring at Yancy.

“Now that’s not a surprise…” the warden sighed and turned on his heels. Yancy continued to cower in his presence. “What have I told you, boy? You can’t keep doing this.”

“W-Warden,” Yancy stuttered, “Youse don’t understand I-”

“Send him to solitary!” Immediately the guard escorted Yancy out of the room, ignoring his desperate pleads. The warden turned back to Illinois and pointed at him. “And you.”

Illinois swallowed the lump in his throat, breathing heavily.

“You’re going to get a warning, new guy.” He gave him a hard pat on the shoulder and gripped harshly. “But if I ever, and I mean ever, hear another peep outta you… well, you won’t want to hear the punishment. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded frantically.

“Take him to his cell.”

-

This jail must love to surprise Illinois. His cell was oddly homey upon first glance. Besides the dull grey walls, it was decorated like a cheap hotel room, which was more than he could expect. There was even a small TV in the corner! Still, Illinois ignored it all in favour for rest. His head throbbed in pain. At least the guards had the decency to give him bandaids and cleaned the blood. There was a bunk bed that Illinois gladly hopped up on top of. The bed creaked which only added to his growing headache.

The silence was killing him.

A pained groan was the only sound in the confined room. Illinois covered his eyes with his arm and tried to get some sleep. The gravity of the situation was like a boulder crushing every fibre of his being. Even thinking about staying cooped up away from society - away from adventure - was hell.

He doesn’t keep track of how long he slept, but eventually he hears the cell door unlock and someone shuffle in. A cellmate was a thought that barely crossed his mind, but he had no energy to complain.

“Youse got a deathwish? That’s my bunk,” a familiar voice said.

Oh, fuck.

Illinois cracked one eye open and, yep, Yancy stood before him with that same pissed off look. At this point he was surprised that a laugh track didn’t start playing at his misfortune. While he didn’t have enough energy to complain about his situation, he did have the energy to be snarky.

“I didn’t realize I was dealing with prison royalty here,” Illinois grumbled. “Why don’t you take the bottom bunk tonight? Less work for you.” He covered his eyes again and pretended to ignore the fuming prisoner.

“Why don’t you sleep in a ditch? Youse ain’t gonna last one more day with this shitty attitude.” Yancy snapped.

“I don’t care…”

Yancy blinked in surprise. “What?”

“I said, I don’t care,” He uncovered his eyes briefly to glare at Yancy, but quickly laid back down. “We already fought. Just sleep for god’s sake.”

Yancy stood dumbfounded. As much as he wanted to argue back, he was quite tired as well. All the bandages in the world didn’t help him stop swaying from nausea, nor did it help in in the dark cramped room of solitary. So he frowned and collapsed on the bottom bunk. Just for today, of course, because no new guy was going to boss him around like that.

“I won, by the way,” Yancy huffed, glaring at the top bunk as if Illinois could see him.

“Tell yourself that, jailbird. Maybe you’ll sleep better.” Illinois grunted when he suddenly felt Yancy kick his bed. This was going to be a long and excruciating adventure…

[gwen-writes-stuff]

Secret Girlfriend

Imagine : You being old friends with Tom and you appear on his Livestream, Everyone thinks you're his secret girlfriend.

Word count : 2312

[ Note : I'm sorry but Famous! Y/N us my favorite to write. Btw, I accept requests.]

Y/N's POV

I was inside an uber watching the beautiful streets of London come into view, My plane landed and I immediately called an uber filled with excitement to meet my best friend.

We have both been away, him filming Civil War and me filming for a show under Syfy that's soon to be announced.

I was delighted to find out my best friend was Spider-Man! Heck, I'd do anything to play superhero roles. Have kids look up to you and wear cool costumes? I'm so in.

He's staying at his parents' house to my relief, I've missed Nikki, Dom and the boys. It's been a while and tho I fulfilled my dream of being an actress with Tom, we kind of drifted apart.

He was big now and famous, It's no surprise his fame will only grow bigger now that he's sure to have a solo movie.

Not long later I arrived and the sight of the house sent my heart racing, the memories I had in this house came flooding in.

I got reminded of the silly crush for Tom I formed when I was 14 and now I'm 20, I can't say I don't like him anymore.

We've called and texted each other but I never got around to ask him to FaceTime so I only ever saw his face on the internet, mostly because I'm following his Instagram and he grew up to be so fine.

I payed the driver and I glanced down at my luggage, Taking deep breaths to calm the beating of my heart I fixed my hair that was slightly messed up because of the strong wind.

I walked to the front door, Dragging my luggage behind and before I could even even knock, It opened. Paddy was grinning widely at me and he honestly looked taller than the did the last time I saw him.

"Y/N!!"He didn't even bother letting me in first and ran to hug me, he only managed to wrap his hands around my waist tho. I messed with this hair playfully.

I was chuckling loudly as I hug him back, "Paddy! Let Y/N in first." I hear Nikki scold her youngest. "I missed you too bud." I looked down at Paddy and he had the widest grin.

Eventually he let me go and I walked in, Almost forgetting about my luggage when Paddy gladly pushed it in but I laughed because he had to put in effort. It was heavy though I don't plan to stay that long.

I'm only gonna be having dinner and going to a hotel my mom booked for me, Unfortunately she's in the Bahamas with my dad but they did sent their love.

"Y/N let me get a good look at you." Nikki backed away to scan me before wrapping me in a warm hug, After she let go I turned to Dom and hugged him. “You're now a lady!”

"You've grown!" Dom exclaimed and I smiled sheepishly, "Sam, Harry, Tom get in here!" Nikki called out and I awkwardly stood in their living room waiting while Paddy curiously look at my luggage stickers.

"Is Y/N here?" I heard a familiar voice ask and before I know it I was again caged between someone's arms. That someone being Sam and it didn't help that Harry joined in, I coughed jokingly and they let go with wide eyes.

"You guys smell surprisingly pleasant." I joked and both smirked at my remark, "Easy, We might think you're getting a crush." Harry fired back and I scoffed faking offence.

"You're too young for me." I replied crossing my arms seeing the married couple watch us with genuine smiles in the corner of my eyes.

"You're only a year older." Sam replied, almost sounding like a question and I nodded.

"Exactly." Now I realised something, I looked around trying to find the only Holland who haven't greeted me yet and there I see him at the end of the staircase standing cooly.

Watching the exchange like he wasn't supposed to join in and I raised a brow, "Well someone didn't miss me.",Tom rolled his eyes and walked over to hug me tightly.

He even lifted me up a little and I slapped his back, looking over his shoulder I can see Sam and Harry make faces and I stifle a laugh.

I pulled away and Tom had grown Taller, my guess is I'm an inch shorter but I feel like he's towering over me for some reasons.

"Right. Dinner!" Paddy jumped and I frowned to check my watch,It was only 4pm.

***

I am helping Nikki in the kitchen with Paddy watching and assisting every now and then while the rest play in the living room.

That was how it went til Tom walked in to offer setting up the table, Nikki quickly shot me a look. "Y/N and Tom you set up the table." Tom nodded slowly narrowing his eyes at his mother and I noticed but thought nothing of it.

While I reached for spoons and forks I see Nikki send me a smile, a knowing smile that confused me.

"So how have you been Spidey?", I asked him while I set a few plates down the table with matching spoons and forks.

He chuckled lowly at the nickname and looked up to see I had a brow raised, "The same." He boringly replied and I rolled my eyes.

"So you're still 19 and feeling just a tad bit rebellious?" I asked with a teasing tone and he shot me a look, Glaring half-heartedly.

"I mean I'm still me. Charming and irresistible." I almost dropped the glass I was now moving and he laughed seeing the event unfold.

"I've been gone for a few years and I come back to have your head so big." I tsk'd jokingly while shaking my head.

If only he knew that's exactly how I looked at him. I was away for two years but that didn't change the way I feel about him, I thought it was for the best.

Knowing myself, I never stood a chance. His past ex-girlfriends when we were in high school are goddesses and I can't even compare, he's way hotter now so I'm saving myself the heartache.

But.

I didn't move on. Instead my feelings for him got stronger over the time I was away, I'm in for a big heartbreak!

During dinner we exchanged stories. I told them about the show I was in, It was about college students who discovered there was more to their stories, Studying in a school for magic they will learn that a man who calls himself the 'beast' is after them.

((This show actually exists, Please watch it. It's amazing. The Magicians on Syfy!))

"Tom's Spider-Man and you're a Magician?" Paddy asked with his eyes lit up like he was just told we're going to Disneyland and I nodded.

"Too bad I don't get a wand tho." Earning soft chuckles from the table. The food was great and Nikki really improved, not that her cooking was bad before.

Tom was sat next to me and I had to fight the urge to blush everytime our hands accidentally brush.

"So Y/N, Are you staying for the night?" Dom asked and I shook my head, Failing to miss Paddy pout and send his mom a pleading look which Nikki didn't need to see since her decision seems to be made in the first place.

"Why not stay with us? Your parents are away and you were gone for 2 years, stay." Nikki spoke up and there was silence.

I considered my options and nibbled on my lower lip unconciously doing so, I subtly sneaked a glance at Tom who seemed to be studying me and I gave in when he caught my eyes and he shortly nodded.

"Okay. But where will I sleep?" I practically grew up in this house so I know for a fact that the Hollands don't have a guest room. I reached for the glass of water and began to take sips when:

"In Tom's room of course." I almost spat it out and instead downed it real hard that I was a coughing mess. I can see Sam and Harry wiggle their eyebrows suggestively but I just literally drowned on a glass of water!

Tom was rubbing my back with his hand and I'm sorry but he's not helping because his touch is sending waves of electricity all over my body.

"You guys share a bed all the time?", Yes. When we were like 10 and we're both grown adults now?

"Uhh yea." I didn't bother to argue because the smile on Nikki's face suggested that I wasn't going to win anyways.

***

3rd Person's POV

The night ended awkwardly. Tom offered to sleep on the couch but Y/N insisted that it was his bed so he should sleep on it.

This went on for half an hour till Y/N made the bold move of suggesting they both sleep on the bed or not at all which ended with the two of them laying in bed, backs turned on each other with a pillow in the middle acting as a barricade.

The next morning was not any better when Tom woke up to find Y/N clinging to him in her sleep, he took pictures for leverage and slid off the bed.

Standing at the foot to stare at her for a moment noticing that she was wearing his hoodie, Y/N was too lazy to open her luggage so she digged through his closet not bothering to ask.

Tom went in the bathroom to do all he needed before starting the day. He planned to have breakfast with Y/N and contemplated waking her up.

If his memory served him right, she would throw you out the window if you even do as much as shake her to wake so instead he sat down on the space beside her, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through his Instagram.

Then an idea sparked up, he went on live to talk about the experience trying his best not to spoil any important scene in the movie. He was yelling too loud for 5 in the morning and talking animatedly sounding like a child on sugar.

While he was fanboying about rdj Y/N groaned and smacked Tom's side. "You're fucking loud." Tom was caught off guard that he forgot he was livestreaming and she got on the frame without both of their knowledge.

"Good Morning to you too sunshine." Tom cooed and Y/N laughed pushing herself up to look at Tom, "No good in the morning when you're yelling about Robert Downey Jr." She sassily remarked making Tom chuckle.

"What are you even doing anyways?" she asked trying to fix her disheveled hair and Tom shrugged, "Oh I was just live... streaming!" Tom jumped up and realized he has been broadcasting their exchange and Y/N looked up at him in horror.

Tom checked his phone to see his followers blowing up the comment section and he cursed under his breath, Turning it off without so much a goodbye.

"Shit." He muttered staring into nowhere like he was in a trance and Y/N threw a random pillow at him.

"I hate you." She was smiling nonetheless and Tom couldn't bring himself to tell her a few of what the comments said.

Did I see that right?

Tom has a girl on his bed!!

Oh no who's that?

Tangina sino yan?

Is that his girlfriend?

They look kinda cute together

She's kinds pretty

Same. Both a whole-ass mood.

Người nào?

SHE'S WEARING HIS HOODIE RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT. THEY PROBABLY DID THE MONKEY DANCE OMGOMGOMG

***

The two had breakfast like Tom had originally planned and both went to McDonald's for breakfast of all places.

It wasn't crowded and none of them had to worry about fans or paparazzis for the whole two hours they spent just eating and talking while Y/N share experiences on set with Tom who did the same.

"I so wanna play a superhero." She exclaimed, "You can be my sidekick!" Tom offered and Y/N threw a balled up napkin and threw it at his head, it landed on his forehead.

"Spider-Man doesn't have a sidekick." But she blushed at the thought of playing in a movie together with Tom.

Both practiced and took classes together so they should be comfortable enough acting around one another.

Tom pulled out his phone and poked Y/N's cheek when she seemed to be deep in thoughts. "Hey let's take a picture."

She lifted her head and nodded shortly, Tom stretched his hand to have the phone directed at their faces and Y/N threw a peace sign while Tom had his tongue out.

"Please don't tell me you're posting that." She asked with a groan and Tom smirked at her. "Tom. I look like shit."

She didn't make an effort to dress up so she threw on a sweatpants and a (favorite band) t-shirt. Her hair was everywhere and she had too little energy to put on makeup.

"You look beautiful." His comment made her heart skip a beat and she was too flustered she couldn't retort when he posted the photo on his Instagram.

@tomholland2013 uploaded a photo on Instagram :

1 user tagged : @( your ig username)

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tomholland2013 : Breakfast with my main g✌️

Comment section :

Y/N4life : Is that seriously @(Y/IG/U)???

hollander_love : Tom's got himself a girl woot woot

harryholland64 : That's why you two disappeared!

peterparkour.s : THE GIRL FROM THE LIVE

tom.holland.fans : The girl frkm the livestre ahhh !!

y/nstagra.m : They're childhood friends✌️

tommy.hollander : I ship it.

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[writingwithadragon]

ACT II

    John stumbled into his apartment door, a small slurred curse left his lips. His hands seemed to flail around in and out of his pockets, frantically searching for the key. When he found them it took him a while to insert the right one into the keyhole after trying several times with his car’s. John ended up dropping the keys multiple times getting pitiful looks from people nearby. He took no notice of any of it as he shuffled into his now lonely home. A home that no longer felt like home to him. Home is where he was with Jaren. Now, look at him, a raging alcoholic and an insomniac. John threw his jacket at the ground after slamming the front door shut.

He hated the fact that he was alone, the empty living room didn’t help that fact. Pictures of his past littered the walls, a few had their frames shattered. Many of those pictures were of him and Jaren smiling or kissing each other. Oh how much he missed those days. His kitchen seemed to be untouched, like he hasn’t eaten in days. An angered sigh left his lips as he kicked his shoes off sending them to bang against the wall. They landed near John’s favorite old pair of boots, forgotten with a thick layer of dust to cover them. John grabbed a tuft of his faded bleached hair. The look he had was of a disheveled man, from his hair down to the way he dressed. His hair needed to be re bleached, brushed, and get a few inches snipped. As it reached passed his shoulders in full length. The colors of his eyes had drained away just like the colors that used to cover his nails. His clothing choices no longer portrayed his fashion sense, sticking to colorless shirts, blue jeans, and a random pair of shoes. He had no one to impress or express to anymore.

The drunk wobbled on his feet as he walked towards the stairs. He punched the wall next to him to try and release some of the growing anger. The wall had a new hole in its surface as it left John’s knuckles slightly bruised and sent a framed picture to fall to the floor. He gripped onto the oak railing as he hobbled and tripped up the stairs. Slurred curses gave sound other than John heaving his body up to the second floor. An old vase sat on a small table situated by the wall in front of the staircase. The floors had rotted away weeks ago after they stopped being cared for. Almost falling into his room John catching himself on his desk. Apologetic letters covered the surface, he had at least fifty and twenty ripped to shreds. Old love letters had been stacked there, they were forgotten long ago. With a burst of drunken rage John sent everything into the air.

A brutal scream came from his throat as he sent his fist into his door. A new hole was added to the others close around it. John fell to the ground and punched the carpeted floor, his knuckles were bleeding and bruised like his heart. He cried out again, he was still too drunk to care if anyone heard him. His tears soaked the carpet as he hiccuped here and there between his sobs. He wanted something to hold him and tell him he was okay, but Jaren left months ago. Jaren was always there for him, making sure he was okay whenever something happened. When they were friends John only confined in Jaren, Jaren did the same. John remembered when his first asked out Jaren, he was crying so hard he never realized he confessed his feelings. Only until Jaren said he felt the same way. They dated for two weeks until they made the decision to move in together. That lasted a whole year with many memories or movie nights, ruined date nights, and loving moments shared between the two.

But after John came home drunk and pissed off, it was instantly over. Punching the wall leaving a dent behind will never scream safety to someone, especially if it was out of anger. His mind bubbled into self hate, he couldn’t believe he would scare the love of his life away from him. John picked himself up off of the floor and dragged himself onto his bed. The bed was messy with its covers thrown haphazardly across it. John was small compared to his bed which was meant for two people. He had come to a conclusion, Jaren deserve someone better. Someone that loved him as much as John did, but never scared him enough to think he would be hurt. John pulled out his cracked phone, opening it to check emails. He accidentally tapped on his gallery and was greeted by repressed memories. He tried to back out of it only to click on a video.

Laughter instantly filled the room, John bit his lip. The video was of him and Jaren goofing around, Jaren was in John’s arms as they sang along poorly to a song in the background. Jaren had rested his head on John’s chest and smiled brightly.

‘I never want this to end, John’ Jaren had said sending a smirk onto John’s lips.

John put Jaren down who looked up at him confused, ‘That’s why I got you this,’ John held out a small box and gave it to Jaren, ‘Open it.’

That Jaren did, and instantly covered his mouth with a single hand. Jaren gasped with tears filling his eyes, ‘Is this a promise ring?’

‘Yeah,’ John smiled moving Jaren’s hand and kissed him roughly on the lips.

The video ended there, John was crying again, his face red with eyes swollen. That lasted didn’t it? You ruined everything. He must’ve pawned off that ring, how much was it again? You spent a thousand dollars on it just to throw it away. How could such a perfect person love a mess like you? You never deserved him in the first place. Did he really love you? It was pity. Why did you scare him? You’re a monster. Would another drink help? It would. No, fuck this! John jumped up and looked at the time, tossing his phone on the bed. He would talk to Jaren if he didn’t reek of alcohol. The smell could never be fixed with a shower. But in all honesty John would talk, even if it made things worse. He just wanted to apologize for scaring him so bad in the first place.

The time had passed quickly, night was now day, noon to be more accurate. John rubbed his eyes and walked over to his closet. He wanted to go for a walk to clear his mind. He tugged off his shirt, replaced it and stripped out of his blue jeans for a pair of black pants. In a desperate attempt to look presentable he pulled out his favorite sweatshirt, the one Jaren gave to him on his birthday. It was red, blue, and yellow, it even still smelled faintly of him, vanilla and buttercups. As he made his way to the stairs, he stopped in front of the vase. He remembered the bright yellow buttercups that grew in the now dusty white pottery. But now they had withered away, leaving their corpses in a pile at the bottom of the china. John scoffed at himself for forgetting to take care of them. He picked up the vase and and carried it gently downstairs into the kitchen. Where he dumped out the contents into the trash, leaving the empty object on the island.

Grabbing a rag he picked up his old worn boots and dusted them off. Putting them on his feet he headed outside, locking the door behind him. The air was crisp and a heavy fog rolled slowly on, not seeming to end. He took a deep breath and made his way into the city. Walking for who knows how long, he just enjoyed the clicking of his boots and the sounds of the city. The fog lightened up a little showing the almost empty streets. A car would pass every once in a while, as the fog deterred most drivers. But the sound of laughter made John’s heart stop. He looked over to where it came from, a small coffee shop with tables lined up in front of the windows. His breath hitched and his eyes grew wide at the scene before him. Jaren sat with his back facing him, laughing with a few of John’s old friends.

Cam had noticed him instantly as a scowl was thrown across his face. Swagger and Toby glared at him from where they were sitting. That seemed to alert Jaren that something was wrong, Toby whispered into his ear causing his past lover to tense up. He seems scared to you, right? You must still scare him. How sad is that? It’s pitiful. Maybe you should get a drink to forget about it? Swagger always carries a flask. Maybe Toby would lend you his juul? Then you can go home and get drunk. Wouldn’t that be nice? It would. Shut up, they hate me anyways. Cam is so protective isn’t he? Protecting a frightened Jaren that had only heard your name, from you?  Cam knows about everything you did to him. Why wouldn’t he protect him? Only a monster could do that. He’s protecting him from you, a monster you know? That’s what Cam sees, a monster. They all do. John frowned and walked off again and soon found himself on a bridge. Do you think the water would be warm? Take a dip and see. I said shut it! Then maybe just stand on the edge for a bit? It might be relaxing, especially with the light breeze. Maybe you’re right. I’m scared of heights though. Does that really matter right now? It shouldn’t. Yeah I’ll relax for a bit. John took a shaky breath as he climbed the cold chain linked fence.

The fog seemed to swallow him from view from any passing vehicle. Once he made it to the other side he linked his fingers around the looped metal and dangled himself over his worst fears; water and heights, having developed them after breaking an arm falling out of a tree, and almost drowning in a small pond alone. And that was how he was going to die. Breaking his body from the fall and drowning alone and forgotten.

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Quick shout out to @i-still-have-my-doubts

[marvelliz]

Then it’s a tie (Harrison Osterfield)

Pairing: Best friend!Harrison x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, being drunk, you know the usual

Word count: 2348

Summary: You and Harrison made a bet as children, to see who of you two could kiss most people in their life. Somehow, what was supposed to be a silly game had become very serious very quickly for both of you, but you don’t like it that much as you used to do - maybe for a reason?

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry for being so inactive lately, kinda had a lot of work with now being in university and all;) Anyway, this is my entry for @spiderboytotherescue‘s 4K writing challenge - congrats love, you deserve all the followers! The prompt was ‘I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you’, and  I honestly had a lot of inspiration for plot, but never knew how to write it down. This is the fourth fic I started with this prompt and the only one I finished, and I was kinda sleep deprived when I wrote it so don’t expect too much;) ~ Liz

“I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a girl in your life!”

“Well, I bet you’ll never, ever kiss a boy in your life!”

“Then let’s make it a bet. Whoever kisses most people in their life wins.”

“It’s a deal, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re so going down, Osterfield.”

The bar was always crowded on a Friday night, but you didn’t mind. You actually quite liked the liveliness of the people who came here to finally relax a bit after a week of hard work or studies. Some came here with friends to catch up, others on a date, and then there were the people who just wanted to have some fun.

You counted yourself with the last ones.

With a small smile, you were eyeing the room while sipping from your favourite drink. There was exactly one person dancing now, a man who had drunk a little too much and was now swinging his beer in the air, moving awkwardly with his eyes closed. In less than an hour, the dance floor would be almost too crowded, you knew, as it was every week.

Your eyes moved further, from a couple girls talking excitedly in one of the boots, to a heavily tattooed man that just entered through the door, to the cute guy who was sitting on his own at the bar, just like you, and who gave you a flirtatious wink and a lopsided grin when you crossed gazes.

You answered with a blinding smile of your own, raising your drink invitingly. He was pretty handsome, with his raven black hair and auburn eyes. Maybe just what you needed that night.

Right when the guy stood up to come closer, you felt a presence occupy the stool next to yours. You already knew who it was without looking up.

“What do you want, Holland?”

His amused demeanour was almost tangible, you just knewhe had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “So what, are you gonna leave me too tonight?”

Shrugging, you turned to face him. “Mm, sorry sweetie, but I can’t let Harrison win this game.”

He pouted. You knew he hated it when you called him sweetie, but that’s what made it so fun, right?

“Still playing this stupid game, huh?”

You didn’t bother to reply, since he knew the answer already. Instead, your eyes wandered off to where your best friend was flirting with a cute girl you’d seen earlier, pretty long chestnut hair falling in curls on her back and a lock twirling around her slender finger. She and Harrison were standing on the other side of the bar, both a beer in their hands and Haz leaning a little bit closer to her, leaving her flustered. You saw why she’d drawn his attention, because even with her reddening cheeks she was probably the most beautiful girl in this room.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Honestly, you’d almost forgotten that Tom was sitting next to you. You scoffed. “Well duh, have you seen her? I wish I had that hair.”

Tom chuckled. “I meant that youwant to be the one Haz is flirting with.”

“What?” Your face flushed almost just as much as the girl you’d been talking about. “No, I don’t! Why would I?”

“It’s too obvious, Y/N, you can’t hide it from me.” Tom’s smirk was one you just wanted to wipe from his face, and that only seemed to amuse him even more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Before he could argue with you, you got up from your stool and started to walk away. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to win a bet.”

You were moving on the music, hips swaying in your strapless dress and the hands of the cute guy, Ian, on your waist. When you’d walked up to him, he’d first told you that he was an exchange student and was only in London for a few months. Then he’d told you a bit about his homeland, which made you swoon a little, since his heavy accent was terribly seductive. And it was extremely hot how he’d leaned closer to you to whisper in your ear when the music got a little too loud.

And as if he couldn’t be more perfect, he was also an amazing dancer. Most guys you knew didn’t have any rhythm, but Ian knew perfectly what he was doing. He took your hand in his as you danced, and motioned for you to turn, to which you landed perfectly in his arms again.

When he turned you around again, your eyes fell on a couple making out against the wall. It didn’t take long for you to recognize Harrison and the pretty brunette, especially when they broke apart to breathe and Haz immediately leaned in again to capture her lips once again.

Something twisted in your stomach. Guess this game was now a tie.

“Hey, you wanna go outside?” You almost shouted at Ian, because you knew there was no way he could hear you over the music otherwise. Not that it was really necessary, because you were sure he saw in your eyes what you wanted. His brown eyes showed you that he wanted the same.

Not much later you were leaning against the wall in a small alleyway, right next to the bar from where you could still hear the music booming through the air. Ian was standing in front of you, his arm resting next to your head against the wall. With someone else you normally would’ve been on your guard, but Ian patiently waited for you to take the first step, as if he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

And you … You didn’t really know what you were waiting for. Ian was here, whispering low about something – you didn’t really know what he was talking about, but with his accent it sounded unbelievably sexy. And his lips were close, you could just kiss them if you only moved a little forward.

Then muffled voices came your way, and your attention was suddenly somewhere else. Because you knew who was coming, you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

Both Harrison and the brunette walked past the alleyway, but they didn’t seem to notice you. How could they, since their attention almost seemed glued to one another. The girl giggled sweetly when Haz said something you couldn’t understand, and his grin widened nearly unnoticeably.

Harrison looked up, just long enough to finally spot you and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve been sure his expression fell for a moment. But just as quickly, it disappeared, a genuine smile instead plastered on his handsome face.

Ian didn’t seem to notice any change in your behaviour, as he was still talking, face still as close as it was before. But as soon as you saw Haz disappear around the corner, you pushed Ian gently but confident a little away from you. You’d made up your mind.

Questions shone in his auburn eyes at your resolute movements. A soft smile played on your lips when you answered them.

“I’m sorry, Ian, but I don’t think I can do this.”

That was the only explanation you gave him, before you turned away from him and walked with big steps straight back to the bar. It didn’t take long to find Tom in the crowd, and when you occupied the stool next to his and you saw the same questions in those brown eyes you’d seen earlier with Ian, you realised you didn’t know what to say. So you said the only thing you did know.

“Let’s get drunk.”

You were more than just drunk. You were totally wasted.

Harrison had his arm around you when he led you into the apartment he shared with Tom and he looked nothing but pissed to end his night taking care of his drunk best friend. Even though he knew he would always take care of you when you needed him to – y’know, since you were his best friend and he loved you as one -, that didn’t exclude the fact that he could be terribly annoyed by you. And this was definitelyone of those moments.

“Next time you decide to get drunk, you could either invite me or make sure that Tom can bring you home,” Haz grunted. He was right, of course, and normally Tom would be there for you. Only, you could be pretty persuasive when you were drunk – or maybe Tom just couldn’t stand the temptation.

And when both of you drank too much, Tom was almost worse than you were. The only difference was, when you were drunk, you were clingy and had no filters, you just said and did everything that came to your mind. Whereas Tom, who surprisingly didn’t take alcohol as well as you did, had a sudden gigantic energy boost, but after not even a dozen minutes he could fall asleep while standing.

Luckily Haz had come back into the bar before that could happen, or else it would’ve been really difficult to get him home. That was also why he had taken care of Tom first, ‘cause at least you could still stand on your own feet.

“You know you love me, Hazzie.” You wrapped your arms around your best friend, who had more trouble to hold you upright with the minute.

He just grunted under your weight. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get you to bed.”

The boys didn’t have a guest room, so instead Haz chose to share his own bed with you for the night. This wasn’t the first time you stayed over, and his bed was big enough for two anyway. You weren’t anything morethan just friends, so it wasn’t a big deal, right?

With a lot of groaning from his side and a lot of giggling and every now and again a random thought you apparently wanted to share with him – Do pants feel it if we accidentally rip them? Because that would be so sad! -, he eventually managed to get you on the bed. From his closet, he took one of his shirts and threw it your way. “Here. You can sleep in this.”

Another giggle escaped your lips and you wiggled both your arms in the air. “Help me!”

Haz sighed and let his head hang for a moment. “All right.”

He took the shirt from your lap and pulled it gently over your arms and head. “You’re lucky you have me, darling.” You giggled in response and ruffled his hair, to which a soft smile appeared on his lips. “And you’re not even going to remember this tomorrow.”

His grip on your forearms was firm but delicate as he helped you get up. “Now do me a favour and take of that dress, you’re not gonna be able to sleep in that.” You wiggled your eyebrows at his words, but Haz just rolled his eyes in answer. “Not like that. I’ll get you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow.”

When he came back and opened the door, he saw you laying already under the covers, your face serene as if you were sleeping already. But as soon as he set foot in the room, you opened your eyes, sleepy but following him every movement. Harrison looked at you for a moment, let his gaze wander all over your face, and thinking how genuinely lucky he was to have you in his life. Even in moments like this, when you could be such a burden, he never saw it as such.

He put the glass water next to you on the nightstand and crouched down so he was at eye level with you. “Are you okay, darling?”

You nodded, your sudden tired eyes still focussed on him.

“Good.” He smiled a little. “Now I’d say you go to sleep now, love, you’ll need it.” Before he stood up, he softly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. But you were quicker.

Your hand grasped his wrist as if you didn’t want him to go yet. “Hazzie …”

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Did you kiss the girl?”

It took him a moment before he understood what you were referring to. To him, it seemed like such a long time ago, he wasn’t even sure if he remembered her name right. “I did. Why?”

Your voice was already zooming out, he knew you would be asleep in maybe less than a minute. “Then we have a tie.”

“Why?” Haz squinted his eyes at you, not sure he heard you right. “Didn’t you kiss that guy I saw you with?”

“Ian.” You closed your eyes and didn’t answer for a long moment, and Harrison was almost certain you had fallen asleep before you could properly answer him. But then you opened one eye to look at him and grinned sleepily. “And nooo. I couldn’t.”

He didn’t even know if it was smart to listen to someone who was that drunk, but somehow he really wanted to know what you meant. “You couldn’t … why?”

“Because I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Well that was one answer he didn’t expect.

“I –“ How could it be that even in your drunken state you still had the power to shut him up with only one sentence? “What?”

But this time it seemed like you were out of answers. Instead, you opened your eyes to look at him once more. “Good night, Hazzie.” And before he could do something, you pushed yourself up a little and pressed your lips against his in a short kiss. By the time he processed what’d happened, you’d already pulled back and fallen asleep. For real, this time. 

Harrison was left wondering. Not only about what you said, but … maybe, just maybe, he recalled electricity coursing through his veins when your lips touched his. And maybe, just maybe … It could be that he felt the same way.

[21st-century-daydreamer]

Bleed

Hey, guys...This is the first fic that I’ve written I’m so sorry if it sucks...hehehe. btw my request is open if you have any fic request for marvel... request 

I write fluff,smut, basically everything....

Word count: 1,807

“I don’t know Tony, I just don’t get it... what’s his problem really? Does he really hate me that bad? What did I even do?” I said while sitting on one of Tony’s table in his lab. He’s working on some updates for his suit on his holographic table, putting in some formulas and muttering words that I don’t understand.

“Lighten up sweet cheeks, Capcicle’s probably just having a life crisis right now. He’s like 100ish you know? Or maybe he’s just not getting enough of “it”. He said while making quotation mark gestures with his hand. “My best guess is that 100-year old virgin is just sexually frustrated.”

“He is definitely not a virgin, I mean... look at him. Yes, he can be annoying sometimes like...” I stood up, put my hand on my hips trying to imitate him. “Y/n do this. Y/n DON’T BE RECKLESS. Y/n YOU ARE NOT GOING. Y/n blah blah blah blah blah... it’s annoying but it’s kinda turning me on for some reason when he goes all cap like that.” I looked over at Tony and he’s rolling his eyes. Typical.

“And those bulging muscles and like those uniform, UH the stealth suit. I mean damn...” I sighed closing my eyes picturing Steve in that stealth uniform.

“Don’t drool on my lab. I’m warning you,” he said. Tony is surprisingly quiet during this whole conversation and it is very uncharacteristic for him to do.

“Shush Tony, and that ass though... That is America’s ass right there.”

“Y/n I’m kind of worried that you are having an episode of some kind. You walked in here ranting about how much you hate him and a couple seconds later you are drooling and daydreaming about his ass. Do you hate him or bang him? it’s really confusing. Don’t get me wrong, hate sex is awesome and all that bu- or maybe you are the one who’s actually sexually frustrated. When was the last time you get some?” and with that comment, I found a small piece of random metal and threw it at his head which he deflected. “TONY NO! My sexual life doesn’t have any effect what so ever in this conversation.”

“Hey! Don’t destroy anything in my lab!” he said rolling his eyes while picking up the metal that I threw. “Maybe you should just talk to him? Tell him about how you feel, cause that old grandpa still doesn’t know how to read a woman.”

“NO! Are you insane? Every time I walked up to him to talk about something that isn’t regarding work, he just walked away. And you know what frustrated me, even more, is that when we are in the same room he glances at me like he wanna say something, but when I caught him he just looked away.”

Tony was silent for a moment and said: “ You can do it right now?”

“Right now?” I asked.

Tony looked up and meet my eyes. “Yeah... He is standing right there, and he looks like he’s kinda stuck...Steve wait for a moment I’m gonna buzz you in.” I turned around, petrified. He was standing between the lab doors and the door to the hallway. A small space that Tony created to contain anything inside the lab in case something happens. He stood there holding a file that I guess was about the mission tomorrow with an unreadable expression on his face. As soon as Tony opens the door he just walked toward the hallway without even saying a word. 

I looked over at Tony while getting off the table “ Thanks a lot, Tones” and ran after him. While I was running a thought made me stopped dead in my track. If I found him and had a chance to talk about what just happened, what am I even gonna say? Am I ready for that super awkward and embarrassing conversation? will I be able to accept the fact that I just ruined the relationship between me and Steve? I decided to just ignore this and retreat straight back to my room and get some rest before the mission tomorrow.

*the next day*

I woke up around 7 am which gives me 3 hours before the team and I leave for the mission. We are going to a small town in Russia where a HYDRA lab has been detected. From what we heard and know the lab has got its hand on some Chitauri technology.

I walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast and saw Steve, Bucky, and Thor already munching on their breakfast. Thor was the first one to notice me walking inside the kitchen. “Good Morning Lady Y/n.” Steve’s head spun around at the sound of my name. “Morning guys.” I tried to be cool and act like nothing happen. I make myself a cup of coffee and put a toast in the toaster. “So... you guys all set for the mission?” I asked while taking a sip of my coffee. “Yeah, I guess,” Bucky replied. Steve acted like I wasn’t even there. I moved over to sit next to Thor. “Y/n that stool is broken, don’t sit on it,” Bucky warned me. I groaned. I’m not sitting next to Steve like no. ABSOLUTELY NO. And I’m also too lazy to walk over to the other side, “Thor scoot over your chair a little.” Thor looked at me and did as I ask him to do. I placed my breakfast on the table and sat on his lap. Thor and I are pretty close like he’s actually my best friend so this type of stuff is normal between us. 

Steve for the first time spoke up. “Are you gu- Are you two-fondueing?” he asked with his eyes still glued to his plate. 

“Ohh, pal...” Bucky chuckled.  

I decided to ignore his question and keep eating my breakfast, while Thor was to busy playing and doing weird shit to my hair. “You know lady Y/n some of the women in Asgard braid their hair this way,” he said while doing braids on my hair. “Do you think my hair would look good with it?” I asked him, clearly trying to get a reaction out of Steve. “You will look good in anything, even bald.” Steve suddenly stood up and left. “What’s up with grumpy grandpa?”

“You know what doll,” Bucky said.

While I was getting ready for the mission I ran into Steve. “Steve lo-” he cuts me off. “ I can’t talk right now Y/n we’re leaving in 30 minutes.” he continues doing stuff and trying to find little random things. “STEVE!” I stood in front of him blocking his way. “About the thing the other day. I just wanna say that I don’t hate you or anything an-”

“You know what, Tony was right. You are confusing. Yesterday you say all those things about me and this morning you did that with Thor. I don’t get you.” Steve said. 

“Well, I’m not the one who acts like the other person is not in the room. You’ve been avoiding me always and all this time you acted like you hate me. And NOW YOU ARE MAD BECAUSE WHAT I DID? JUST SO YOU KNOW ME AND THOR ARE BEST FRIEND AND NOTHING IS GOING ON BETWEEN US.” I said and stormed out of the room.

The ride in the quinjet was awkward, to say the least. Steve sat on the farthest opposite side of where I was sitting. Natasha was talking to Bruce about the Lullaby and Thor well... Thor was asleep. Bucky was talking to Clint about a show that they both just discovered. Tony was doing something on his tablet. “Y/n you better not lose it again this time,” Tony said referring to the last mission where I lost control of my powers and cause a massive power outage because my power accidentally crushed one of the city power plants. “I know Tones,” I replied shortly. 

When the plane landed, Steve tried to talk to me. “Y/n I-”

“Can’t talk now Steve, I’m busy.”

The fight was intense. Little did we know someone tipped them off that we are coming. After what felt like 30 minutes of consistent fights I heard Tony’s voice through the com. ”I’m in!” followed by cap’s voice. “Tony and Nat focus on taking and destroying whatever tech they have. The rest of us fight out here, keep them out of the facility.” I was fighting side by side Thor when I saw a huge tank coming towards him. I used my powers to crushed the tank and it exploded.

After Tony and Nat blew the lab we can finally breathe. I was finally able to relax for a bit. 

But no one saw what happened a couple seconds later coming, a sound of a gunshot rang behind me and I felt pain on my stomach, it was a blur after that. I heard Thor screaming and electrocuting something behind me, and I fell to the snow. In seconds Thor was crouching next to me.

“We need to go Lady Y/N is hit.” He carried me and spin Mjolnir sending us flying towards the quinjet. Everyone was already there. Everything was blurry and I can only hear muffled panic voices. “Stay awake for me doll, please.” I can feel someone holding my hand and after that, I fell into the void of darkness.

Steve was sitting outside of the operating room, his suit still stained with blood. “Buck, I can’t lose her. I’m an idiot.” Bucky stood next to him silently. “I was so scared Buck, I feel like I’m the reason for all this. The reasons she’s bleeding to death in my arms while I carry her. Maybe she was distracted because of our problems. I can’t accept it if the last thing I did with her was fight Buck, I can’t.” Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong, she’ll pull through Steve. Words of advice though, when she wakes up tell her straight away.”

*5 days later*

The first thing I saw when I woke up was a blinding white light, “damn am I dead?” I thought to myself. And then I heard a familiar voice, “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?” I turned to my left and saw Steve staring at me. “Hey...” I replied. “How long was I out for?” I asked him. I remember vaguely of what happened. I remember being shot and Thor carrying me to the quinjet. “5 days, you got shot in the abdomen sweetheart,” he said. “I was so worried. I thought I lost you.” 

“it takes more than a shot to the abdomen to get rid of me cap.” I smiled at him.

“Listen Y/n I’m so Sorry I couldn’t say this earlier. I care about you. I’m sorry that I’ve been hard on you... I did that to avoid any of this from happening. I’m sorry I ran out of the lab. I was just in shock. I’m sorry.” he’s holding my hand and his eyes are watery. 

He moved closer to me, leaned in closing the gap between us. I brace myself for the kiss that I’ve been waiting for soo long. His lips were grazing over mine and I closed my eyes when “Code Blue. She’s flatlining. Rogers that’s not how you give CPR.” I heard Tony’s voice and groan. Steve retreat back to his original position which is on the chair. The whole team walked in and asked me how I was while Bruce is checking my vitals.

“Well Y/n you need a little more rest, I can discharge you from the med wing and you can go back to your room. But no mission for a month alright? No hard physical ability, well you can be the guy in the chair.” He looked at me and smiled. 

“Thank you, Bruce.” The team stayed in the room for probably about ten minutes asking me how I am and telling me stories of what had happened the last 5 days I was out until Steve subtly asking them to leave us alone.

“Guys, I think Y/n needs some rest.” He said.

“Right, guys we should go. What he meant was Y/n and he needs some time alone to finish the kiss they were about to have and maybe some...” Tony made a thrusting motion.

“Tony I just got shot.” I chuckled. When the rest of the team finally cleared the room Steve immediately hovered on top of me and gave me a kiss I’ve been dying to have. His lips were a little chapped but still soft, our lips moved together in sync until we heard cheering from outside the room. “Cap you are needed in the meeting room.” I heard Tony called out. “Give me a minute.” We laughed and continued kissing each other until we heard Tony. Again. “CAP!”

“Alright...Alright...” Steve sighed. “I’m gonna be back.” he gave me one last peck. And walked towards the door. 

“That is America’s ass...” I sighed earning a chuckle from Steve.

[tuwasduwillst]

Shadowbringers (pt 4/end)

This just has spoilers for everything, basically. :U I finished it and don’t feel like splitting stuff up because I have over 1k screenshots to go through...

Katana-bearing Centurion: Besides, there is but one hand that can make me whole again. My enemy... my friend...

He probably just says “friend” there in Japanese, but I don’t have my whole game switched, so I don’t get to know for sure. Good to know you’re still being weird, Zenos.

Don’t you smirk at me like that, mister.

Here’s Urianger being handsome, as usual

I hated fighting this old dude as Thancred.

1) I still can’t believe he can easily take out the WoL like he did

2) Stop making me be sword dudes!!

3) I get why they wanted people to see the dialogue here, but it was so slooooow and I died once near the end and had to do it all over again and ughhh, just go away

Ryne looks cute with her new hair and eyes, at least. :) Thancred is still a bad dad, but at least he’s doing better now... I guess.

Also, Urianger’s reaction to finding out that Thancred was paying attention to some of his talks about pixies was really good, haha.

...I wanna listen to Urianger give a pixie lecture...

Wow

This was something the game threw together when I asked it to pick recommended gear. It’s... some kind of look.

The Exarch/G’raha Tia is a qt. Y’know, I figured it was probably G’raha Tia, but I didn’t remember him being so short... and the lack of cat ears also made me doubt myself, haha.

I’m really glad I did the Crystal Tower stuff, though, because otherwise I’d... well, I’d still think that G’raha Tia/the Exarch is cute and like him a lot, but it wouldn’t have had the same impact.

I took a bunch of screenshots of Mikh’a. :U

& Emet-Selch, ofc

that one old dude: If you would pass me, you must endure all that I have learned on the battlefield... For I am a weapon forged in the fires of war!

~*oooh, I’m so scared of you and your tiny amount of health left*~

My MP doesn’t even have a dent in it, really. This is why I had such a hard time believing this dude could take out the WoL!! Even the first time we fought, I had tons of MP available to me and could’ve made a full recovery from being brought down to 1 HP. (...well, I have Benediction which is kind of cheating, but still.)

At least this was the last time I had to deal with him. He’s probably the worst thing about the expansion, which I guess I can deal with since the rest of it was so good.

Lots of really pretty screenshot opportunities in this expansion. c:

Mt. Gulg is something I thought was common to a bunch of FF games for some reason, but apparently it was in the original Final Fantasy, FFIX, and some random spin-off games. Weird.

How did Mikh’a hear him talking from that far away??

Emet-Selch has such a good design and you can tell that a lot of work was put into him. The expressions he makes, the way he stands and walks--it’s all unique to him and it makes him stand out a lot.

Even after everything that happened in the expansion, I’m really fond of him. They made the right move in having him kind of forge a more personal relationship with you/the WoL, because if he hadn’t been obnoxious in the background throughout most of the expansion it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as interesting/good as it ended up being.

I obviously chose to say that they were all Alphinaud’s assistants. :P

This little scene was so cute... lali-hos for everyone...

Crystal Exarch: Ugh! I would thank you not to shoot me!

I’m sorryyyyyy ; ~; You were there and I wanted to see what would happen!!!

Crystal Exarch: Ah heh... It may interest you to know that Mikh’a is a great hero in the land whence he hails. Some would say the greatest.

This little venture made me feel like I’d suddenly gotten married and adopted a child

(Which I’d be totally fine with, tbh.)

I loved this thing, actually!! I got to heal G’raha Tia, he healed me, we both healed our new tiny dwarf child, it was great.

c:

I’m still using the Mogrod. I’m never going to stop using it. Give me another thing that has a flower and swirly rainbows all over and maybe I’ll switch weapons, but until then? No.

...unless there’s, like... a really, really pretty plant weapon, especially if it matches Mikh’a’s outfit... but I don’t think there is.

I got to put my bubble on them. :D

He’s so cuuuuuute. And Mikh’a clearly agrees with my thoughts on him, considering the expression on his face when he looks at him.

One of the reasons I keep Mikh’a wearing the WHM gear is because I really like the contrast I get--a lot of the major characters wear black, so it looks nice when they stand next to each other. :D

Katana-bearing Centurion: The whereabouts of my one true friend, however--they interest me greatly. I but hope the beasts of this “First” are providing him proper sport.

Zenos is so funny to me. He just pops up like “did someone mention my friend” while his dad and Elidibus are having a serious conversation.

Innocence has beautiful hair and if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I’d never believe that he was Vauthry.

You can kind of see @tarifu in this screenshot! :D

You can definitely see her here--wait... why is half the party wearing dwarf beard outfits...

This is probably weird to say, but I genuinely like when characters I play in games like this suffer/are in pain. Not, like... constantly. I just like it when NPCs get to express concern and you aren’t some kind of unbreakable hero 24/7. >_>

Obviously I was going to say his name, who wouldn’t.

This made me cry!! I thought he was dead. :C

But thankfully Emet-Selch didn’t want him dead, so he did not die.

...why’d he even need a gun? Has he always had a gun?

I wish I could just float off into the sky after ruining everything and being a big jerk

sad kitty

I died when I came here with Jack and Mari because I didn’t realize I was being targeted by the boss until it was too late. :,)

I got to practice using my shield, though!! I’m not used to having one so I’m not super great at remembering it exists and using it; the tether thing is a good visual for “this specific person is going to be damaged soon and a shield would be Good”. ...unless everyone’s bunched up and I can’t tell who has it until it’s too late, I guess.

I know I’m level 80 now, but there’s still a lot I haven’t done and I’m still trying to figure out what the best way to do things is sometimes... I still need to mess with my hotbars and stuff, actually. I think I might switch some things around more than I already have, because some useful things aren’t as easy to use as they could/should be and I’ve been wanting to mess around with stuff for a while. The Trust dungeons should be a really good opportunity to test new configurations! Or the squad dungeons, I guess. :/a

I’m still not Ardbert’s biggest fan, but I don’t dislike him.

Poor Urianger, getting stuck with the role of the only other person to know the Exarch’s plans. :(

& then everyone died going to the bottom of the sea and the game ended

I got to help put dwarf helmets on sineaters :U

I also remembered that I have fancy wings now, wheee

I got a nice new outfit after doing my last Healer role quest! :D I like it a lot~ The whites are brighter than the last outfit, and the bit in back accommodates his tail much better than the corset did.

I might play around with mixing and matching some pieces once I get newer stuff, but for now this is what I’ve got! c:

...and I refuse to wear the hat. 100%. I’m not making Mikh’a look like a weird nun. :|

Amaurot was really good, even if being there mostly just made me sad. >_> The not-people were so cute and nice, though...

Big

The WoL hanging out on this giant bench is so cute.

I liked getting to talk to Emet-Selch’s friend. c: Well... kind of, anyway. Since it’s not really his friend...

tiny

Emet-Selch: I have broken bread with you, fought with you, grown ill, grown old! Sired children and yes, welcomed death’s sweet embrace.

I still don’t 100% understand how Ascians work, but I guess it’s canon that Emet-Selch fucks :/a

I regret typing that, I think, but it is apparently true

i think your fireplace has something wrong with it

Really though, this dungeon was excellent.

Alisaie decided that she wanted to LB right as one of the bosses was doing one of those “hide behind a rock Or You Will Die” things so she died & I accidentally walked right off the edge near the end of the last boss fight (oops), but other than that things went okay!

D:

ardbert could you please clean your axe somehow before you point it at me like that. tia

This was a really neat moment :U

I’m not calling Emet-Selch Hades ever. Sorry, Emet-Selch.

I was kind of afraid to do this trial and almost waited until someone would be able to do it with me, but it really wasn’t that bad in the end!

...except for when I died five times to the same attack... orz It was that arm-sweeping one, too, so it’s not like it’s not obvious that it’s coming. My problem was that I kept getting Raised in bad places right before it happened, so he basically just kept smacking me down over and over again.

(Which was partially my fault, because I should’ve waited to accept the Raise until I knew it was safe to be alive, but... I don’t like leaving the other healer alone and I don’t want to just be lying there uselessly if I can avoid it.)

Fortunately(?) the party wiped due to something completely unrelated (a failed mechanic I had nothing to do with) and I didn’t die at all the second time around! So at least there was that.

I liked this bit in the dark. c:

I also liked when I got trapped in the bubble and didn’t have to do anything. Thanks, Emet-Selch!

Genuinely though, it was a nice little chance for me to calm the hell down because my anxiety was getting real bad before/during this fight. >_>

Poor dude. :c Obviously he’s responsible for some absolutely terrible things and I’m not going to try to deny that or anything, but he’s lived for so long and he’s had to deal with the loss of basically everyone he ever cared about for that whole time. He recreated that entire city and all of its people, that’s how much he cared.

Still no excuse for basically trying to kill all of the people he didn’t consider “real”! But also still sad, IMO.

This made me go “awww” out loud and start to tear up, haha...

I didn’t want to leave him ; ~;

Estinien said a full sentence here about how these guards were dead, too (in a way that implied he assumed that’s what they’d find), and the localization translated it as “hmph”. Kind of a weird choice there, but okay.

Zenos basically went Full Yandere since he killed his father just because he could potentially get in the way of his thing with the WoL, so... that’s something that’s going to have to be dealt with at some point.

I’m interested in seeing how things go, but I’m also a wee bit concerned that other people might get caught up in whatever this obsession is. I don’t want anyone to get hurt or killed because of Zenos’s yandere tendencies. :(

Elidibus is being Boring on the moon.

But who cares about that! I got to lead a Girl Scout meeting for my level 80 WHM quest.

Oh! Almost forgot about the story I got to tell the girls: “The tale of a man who crossed time and space to save the world... and me.”

I think the second one is about (original) Minfilia, maybe? :/a I wanted to tell them about G’raha Tia, though.

Aaaand that’s all I’ve done! \o/ I unlocked a new dungeon and I know there’s more than one post-80 dungeon, so I’ll probably check those out when I get a chance... but I finished the main stuff.

Which is kinda weird, because now I’m done again, haha... but I’ve got plenty of stuff to do before the next new stuff comes out. Especially since I discovered that Vamo alla Flamenco is the “dancer’s theme”, apparently. Need to dance ASAP >:O

[lawgrain]

Not Boyfriends (Phandom)

Fandom: Phandom (Dan and Phil)

Pairings: Take a random guess at it, I’m sure you’ll get it right.

Summary: This is actually a prompt fic. It goes something like this:  “ Where a superhero has to deal with a super villain that thinks they're best friends.” I thought it’d be more fun to do boyfriends instead of best friends. This story has just been chilling out on my laptop (for at least a year), it’s kind of cheesy but I thought I’d post it.

***Those who follow me for Sanders Side, this is not that fandom but I’ll finish that fic up O.o

Story!

Phil's POV

“Put it down.”

“But honey!”

“Why do you insist upon being difficult?”

“Darling, I was getting it for you. I thought it'd be special.”

“For the last time. We. Are. NOT. Dating.”

Phil put his head in his hands out of exasperation. Normally it's a dangerous idea to break eye contact with the enemy but this was a special case.

This was Phantom Dove.

Phil hates him. Primarily because he decided to spend his time pretending Phil was his lover and they most certainly were not.

“Gasp! Are you breaking up with me?”

“Did you actually just say ‘gasp’? And no I'm not breaking up with you because we were never together!” Phil didn't know why he even humors the man.

“Oh good so you're not breaking up with me. And the gasp was for irony so you can't say anything.” Phantom smiled innocently, completely ignoring the latter part of Phil's statement.

They could honestly go all day if Phil didn't put an end to this.

“Just put the jewels down and we’ll get you to the police.”

“Really? Has that ever worked with me before?” Phantom’s voice laced with sarcasm because no, it had not worked. Ever.

“Fine. Shall you start or me?”

“Awe, you know I’d never throw the first punch, love.”

And just like that, they were off. Phil threw a powered punch straight towards Phantoms head. He dodged leaving just barely a space between his nose and Phil's fist. He shot a light beam with his other hand. Again Phantom dodged. Phil heard a shattering of glass behind them where his attack must have landed. He didn't hesitate at the sound and barreled forward with a kick aimed towards his side. This time it landed, shoving Phantom to the floor.

Quickly, the other got up. “You got one in, babe! You're getting so good at thi–” Phil cut him of with lasers streaming from his eyes. And no, not figuratively. Phantom jumped to the other side of the room ten feet away. Phil always hated when he did that. He liked playing a game of cat and mouse where Phil would have to guess where he'd be next.

Phil wasn't having that today. He flew forward, eyes lit up and ready to attack. He got a hold of Phantom and pinned him in the wall a few feet above the ground.

“Oh darling, I didn't know we were going to play kinky today.” He smiled. “Want me to call you daddy?”

Phil sputtered in shock. He wanted to kill Phantom right now. Taking advantage of Phil's hesitation, Phantom electrocuted him.

Phil didn't even see how he did it. Usually the man had to touch his hands to Phil in order to shock him but Phil thought he had the other securely pinned.

That didn't matter now as Phil laid on the floor with an approaching super villain.

“Wow, I hope that didn't hurt too much.” He leaned down and inserted something in Phil's arm. “Don't worry about this. It's just a thing I made that'll keep you still long enough for me to get out of here.” He pulled back and saw what must've been the syringe he put in his arm.

The thief continued to raid the place for more priceless items while Phil was unable to move a muscle. Before long, sirens could be heard in the distance.

“That's my que! I'd tell you when that stuff wears off, but considering your super healing, I don't actually know. Feel free to tell me later. Bye love!”

And then Phantom was gone. The police lost him and by the time Phil was able to move, it was much too late. He had disappeared like a ghost.

After speaking to the police, Phil was finally able to hang up the cape for the night and focus on getting sleep for his day job. Somehow, masquerading as a vigilante in a mask didn't help him make a living. That's why during the day, he worked as a film editor for various companies and people. He liked working on small projects so he could stay at home.

Once he'd considered becoming part of the police force, but luckily his common sense kicked in and he realized that would be too strenuous to keep up when he went out every night. He much preferred the decision he made. He got to put away his false sense of seriousness and be an actual person with friends.

When Phil was younger he couldn't say he had much of a social life. He was awkward and majorly confused at why he could fly and others could not. Later it became known that superpowers were a thing. Sadly, the world found out because of a super villain, but Phil supposed that was how he became the world's first superhero.

Surprisingly, the world wasn't complaining. Not about Phil at least. He knew that the lack of hatred was due mostly to how much crime had gone down in his city. Phil always caught the bad guy and not many with superpowered people were psychotic. The few that were caused unrest and Phil made sure to stop them as quickly as possible.

The only one Phil couldn't seem to catch was Phantom. It was ridiculous that a villain that took nothing seriously could always best Phil. It wasn't like the man was a top priority, but he still irked Phil. Most people had some sort of reason for crime but Phantom Dove made it look like a hobby. No motive, no purpose, just a thing to do. And that made him unpredictable. He lived up to the name Phantom. The man couldn't be found or tracked. He simply appeared for the heck of it and disappeared when things got tough.

Phil couldn’t wait to catch him. He couldn't wait to finally put a name on the obnoxious man. And he certainly couldn't wait to put him in jail.

Dan's POV

Fighting was a fucking bitch.

Dan should've been quicker. Should've dodged that kick better. If there was one thing he envied about Light Knight was his super healing abilities. Actually Dan would be happy with any superpowers.

Oh yeah, that's the real ringer isn't it? The super villain of the city isn't super at all. Not that Dan would sell himself short. His genius inventions had somehow tricked everyone that he was super. Even the city's superhero thought so.

Although that came with some downsides. For example, the hero never held back on Dan. Meaning he always came home with cuts and bruises and today he had a really bad bruise on his ribs. While his suit could absorb the brunt of any blow, he was pretty sure the surrounding neighbors thought he was abused.

Dan had tried stalling the man after that particular attack, but was certain the hero was too focused on winning to hear the strain in his voice. It didn't matter in the end. Dan had won and left with a lot more money than he came in with.

That wasn't the real prize though. No, the real prize was the Light Knight. Dan had been utterly paranoid about the man. He felt unsettled that he could be anybody on the streets and he'd have no idea. Dan set out to fix this and put a tracker on him while he was paralyzed.

Sure there were some ethical things being broken here, but Dan wanted to feel safe. So what if that involved violating someone's privacy? Then again Dan could've picked a less dangerous occupation if he wanted security.

Too late now.

Taking some pain medication, Dan took to looking at where the tracker was. Needless to say, he was beyond relieved to find out the hero wasn't a neighbor. That was somehow a worse case scenario to Dan. But it wasn't to be because when the man had settled for the night, he was not in Dan's area.

This brought Dan to phase two. He wanted to know the man's name. For others this would be hard but something tells him that no one knows of his side hobby: hacking.

He knows that his life decisions were morally ambiguous, but fuck society.

He had actually picked up the hobby as a thing of boredom. He wanted access to things the internet simply refused to supply and Dan just wasn't okay with that. He didn't know at the time that he was going to become a criminal, but it certainly didn't hurt when he accessed Light Knight’s building security, traced the footage from when he entered the building and then to the when the man arrived at his flat. And it really helped when he searched for the homeowners name of said flat.

Philip Lester. A rather disappointing name in Dan's opinion.

He supposed it was alright but he was sort of hoping for better material to tease the man with. Dan was fully aware that he shouldn’t piss off a guy with powers, but he couldn't help it. When he put on his suit he could be anyone he wanted. And he wanted to tease the straight-laced grumpy hero who was apparently called “Phil”.

Phil was the first thing that gave him actual happiness in a long time. He had been in the middle of a more complicated heist when they had met. Honestly, it wasn't extremely complicated other than the fact that Dan was apparently working with idiots. One of which would've gotten Dan killed, accidentally knocking him from the roof of a building, if it weren't for Light Knight catching him. For that reason, Dan wasn't even upset that his temporary partners were caught. In fact, it gave Dan the chance to sneak away.

After he started engaging with the hero as much as possible. Dan had never met a man that would give a criminal a second thought— someone who would save a criminal. He was used to people who shoot first and asked questions later. Once he'd gotten to know the hero more, Dan found himself enjoying their banter and quick quips. It got to the point where Dan thought they had a sort of relationship.

And not a romantic one. He wasn't delusional. That type of bantering started when he found out how much it bothered Light Knight and only then did he start to use flirting at every turn. It was refreshing to be able to do things he'd never do with the mask off. As Phantom Dove he could be confident, flirty and silly. As Dan Howell he was just a quiet depressing loner. Given his options, Dan chose to go with the thrill of being Light Knight’s friendly enemy. The relationship wasn't necessarily a positive one... But if a rivalry was the only connection Dan could have with someone, he'd take it.

He doubted the hero genuinely hated him though. Believe it or not, Dan wasn't the only bad guy around. While he relied on technology for crime, others actually did have superpowers. They also had no qualms about killing others which Dan would never do. If it's destruction and theft, count Dan in, but if it's world domination and murder, he wants no part in the deal. He thinks Light Knight just is pissed that he can't catch Dan. Well that and Dan insists on making suggestive comments to him.

Plus there was that one time he went overboard and said Light Knight was his boyfriend on national tv. The next time they saw each other he received some bruises that lasted a month.

Worth it.

For now though, all Dan had on his mind was how he was going to use this information to get under Phil's skin. He wouldn't deal out the information to others but there was no way he wasn't going to have some fun with this.

He couldn't wait.

Chapter 2

[softspideys]

Magic Mirror (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: while lost among the corridors of hogwarts, you and peter stumble upon a certain famous mirror

warnings: none

words: 3.4k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: this was an anonymous request for a hogwarts!au with a hufflepuff reader!!! i also used a prompt from this list, “we stumble into the mirror of erised together. we look into it. neither of us know it’s anything special. we just see our reflections.” i hope you like it, anon!!!:) 

“Okay, I’m calling it a night,” you announced, leaning back in your chair.

Your best friend Peter Parker glanced up at you from the essay he was writing. His nose was so close to the parchment that there were ink stains on the tip of it. You resisted the urge to wipe it off for him. “Huh?”

“If I have to read one more page about wand legislation I’m going to jump off the Astronomy Tower,” you said. “It’s two o’clock, let’s go to sleep.”

“It’s that late already?” Peter said, surprised. You nodded, and he reluctantly gave in. “Okay, fine.” The two of you packed up your things and quietly left the library.

The halls of Hogwarts were silent and empty for once. Everything was pitch black aside from the torches hanging on the walls every few feet. “I’ll walk you back to your common room,” Peter offered.

You spun around. “Are you kidding me? We’re like, on opposite ends of the castle.” The Hufflepuff common room and dormitories where you lived was located in the basement, by the kitchens. Meanwhile, the Ravenclaw dorms, where Peter lived, was all the way up in Ravenclaw Tower.

“So? It’s dark and it’s late. You never know who could be . . . I dunno, lurking or something,” Peter pointed out.

“But then you’ll have to walk extra far to get back,” you countered. “I can handle myself. It’s not that big of a deal.” You turned and started down one of the large staircase.

You didn’t even know why you tried, because like you knew he would, Peter chased after you. “I’m not letting you walk by yourself, Y/N!”

You stopped and turned around again, looking up at him. “Peter —” you began, exasperated, but before you could get the words out, the staircase the two of you were on began to move.

It was your fifth year at Hogwarts, so of course you were used to the moving staircases by now. But for some reason, in the dark and quiet castle, the creaking and groaning the stairs made as they rotated sounded eerie. The momentum threw you to the side, and you grabbed the railing as you held on.

With one last hard jolt, the staircase settled into place against another floor. You slowly stood up, your legs feeling slightly wobbly.

“You okay?” Peter was practically on top of you at once, checking you over.

You batted his hands away. “Yeah, are you?”

“Yeah. But, uh, where are we?” The floor the staircase had delivered you to was one you’d never been to before, and that was saying something, considering you’d been attending the school for five years now.

“That’s a good question.” The halls were even darker than usual, and dozens of doors lined the walls. You tried opening one, hoping to gain some insight as to where you were, but there wasn’t even a doorknob.

“Let’s just go back —” Peter started, but you both turned and saw the staircase had moved again, leaving you stranded. “Okay, no big deal. We’ll just find another one.”

The two of you started down the corridor, looking for a staircase that could hopefully lead you back down to the floor you’d come from. But as the minutes ticked by and you walked farther and farther from where you’d started, it became evident that nothing was going to come, at least not for a while.

Although you were feeling slightly panicked, you were glad Peter was with you. He was pretty good at keeping a cool head and figuring out a problem whenever the two of you landed in some predicament or other.

The two of you had met in Transfiguration your first year when he accidentally turned your wand into a spoon instead of the quill he was aiming for. You’d been inseparable ever since, despite being in different houses.

This meant you got to watch Peter grow up through the years. And, as your friends loved to point out, he’d gone from short and scrawny and dorky to tall, more filled out, and . . . well, still dorky. But it was an endearing type of dorky.

Sometimes you watched him while the two of you were doing homework, watched the way he pushed his hair back when it flopped into his face, watched him bite his lip when he was concentrating hard and silently mumble to himself as he read over his work. No matter how quickly you forced yourself to look away, it was never fast enough to stop the dull ache in your chest you got whenever you looked at him.

But he was your best friend. Best friends didn’t think about each other that way. They certainly didn’t feel longing for each other like that. Whatever. Feelings were silly sometimes.

“Oh, Merlin,” you groaned now, looking around the empty corridor. “We’re lost. This is great. This is just fantastic.”

“Shh,” Peter said before you could go on.

“Did you just tell me to —”

“No! Listen!” The two of you fell silent. Farther down the corridor, you could hear the faint sound of a cat meowing, getting closer each time.

And then Mrs. Norris appeared at the end of the hall, blinking at you with evil red eyes. “Uh-oh,” Peter mumbled. She turned and ran off, and you knew she was going to get Filch.

“Shit,” you swore. “We have to hide!”

“What?”

“If Filch finds us we’ll get in so much trouble! We’ll get detention! I’ve never gotten detention!”

Peter snorted, but quickly grew serious when he saw your wide, panicked eyes. “Okay, okay, come on. Uh — let’s go in here.” He picked a random door a few feet away. Thankfully, it was unlocked, and the two of you went inside and shut it behind you.

As soon as Peter turned the lock, you could hear Filch cooing to his cat. “Where are they, my sweet? They can’t have gone far, come on . . .”

You and Peter stared at each other, holding your breaths until his footsteps faded and the two of you sighed in relief. “We should wait a little while,” you suggested. “Just to make sure he’s gone.”

Peter nodded and looked around the room. “Whoa. Y/N, look at this.”

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you saw what appeared to be an empty classroom, but with a large mirror at the front. “What is that?” you said curiously. You and Peter slowly approached it.

As you got closer, you could see an inscription at the top of the mirror. “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi,” you read aloud as best you could. “What does that mean?”

Peter shrugged. “Maybe it’s in a different language.”

“Yeah, it must be,” you agreed. “Do you think it’s enchanted or something?”

“I don’t know. That’d be cool, though.”

The two of you stood in front of the mirror. You looked at it for a long time, but all you could see was your reflection: you and Peter, standing together. “Do you see anything?” you asked curiously.

He shook his head. “No. All I see is me and you.”

“Must be a regular mirror then,” you said with a sigh. “I wonder why it’s in here, though?”

“Who knows?” Peter said with a shrug. “Hey, I think it’s probably safe to leave. Maybe a staircase finally showed up.”

“Okay,” you said, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from the mirror. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about it intrigued you. You resolved to look up more about it in the morning.

As you and Peter walked away, neither of you noticed that your reflections had been holding hands.

________

For some reason, you couldn’t stop thinking about the mirror. There had to be a reason why it was put in that random classroom on that dark and empty floor, and you were determined to find out.

Peter, on the other hand, didn’t seem too interested when you brought it up to him. He already had a billion other projects he was doing (none of which were related to school). You were on your own.

After you were finished with classes for the day, you said good-bye to Peter and went to the library, hoping to find a book that would give you some information about this strange mirror.

You spent hours upon hours combing through all sorts of books, but none of them were helpful. Part of you wanted to give up, but for some reason you knew you were close to finding something.

Finally, you picked up the last book in your pile, titled Mysterious Magical Objects. Well, this looked promising. It was in alphabetical order, so you flicked to the “M” section and scanned the page.

Mirror of Erised.

“Aha!” you said triumphantly. Madam Pince popped out from behind a shelf and shushed you violently. “Sorry,” you whispered before you began to read.

"The Mirror of Erised is an ancient, ornate mirror made by an unknown creator towards the end of the nineteenth century. It has clawed feet and a gold frame inscribed with the phrase ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.’ The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad. Many have wasted their lives before the mirror, losing track of reality as they are deluded by what they see."

You paused at that, feeling your heart start to pound as you read the words again.

The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person’s heart.

Last night, when you’d looked at the mirror, all you had seen was your reflection. You and Peter.

You felt a lump settle in your throat. More words on the page caught your eye.

“The writing engraved on the frame of the mirror is supposedly in a foreign and probably dead language, but if you look closely it says ‘I show not your face but your heart's desire’ backwards, with the spaces rearranged.”

Of course. It wasn’t a language at all. Part of you felt like crying, but the other part felt like laughing, because this was just insane. And also kind of corny, because this meant that Peter Parker, awkward, bumbling, insanely smart Peter Parker, was the most desperate desire of your heart?

But then you remembered what Peter had said last night when you asked him if he saw anything: “No. All I see is me and you.”

Apparently, you were his deepest desire, too.

You walked back to your common room in a daze. You were vaguely aware of where you were going, but it felt like you were slogging through molasses.

You thought that finding out you were your best friend’s most desperate desire would make you happier than you currently felt. But instead, you were just confused. And nervous.

Peter didn’t know anything about the mirror. You knew you should tell him, but how? And what if he didn’t believe you? The only way to do it was to show him the mirror and let him see for himself.

________

The mirror continued to consume your thoughts the next day. You were distracted all day long, even during Herbology, your favorite class.

“Careful, Y/L/N!” Professor Sprout cried. You managed to move your hand away just in time before a Fanged Geranium could snap its jaws around it. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked. “You’re miles away right now.”

“Sorry, Professor,” you said meekly. Peter smirked at you.

“Yeah, what’s gotten into you?” he teased. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

You shrugged, trying to be as noncommittal as you could. “Just been thinking.”

Peter gave you a funny look. “Oo-kay. Do you wanna do homework in the library again tonight? I need someone to proofread my Potions essay.” He smiled at you winningly.

“Sure,” you said slowly. You bit your lip, hesitating. “Before we do that, though, I need to show you something.”

“Show me something?” Peter repeated. “Show me what?”

“Um, it’s a surprise,” you said lamely. “Just trust me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Professor Sprout called, “If the two of you don’t stop chatting and start working I’ll start taking points. And don’t think I won’t hesitate to take any away from my own House, Y/L/N.”

“Yes, Professor Sprout,” Peter answered before he mumbled to you, “Fine. I’ll meet you outside your common room at eight?”

“Sure.”

True to his word, you left your common room at eight on the dot and saw Peter standing there, waiting for you. “What do you need to show me?” he asked.

“Just come with me. You’ll see.” You retraced your steps from the other night, making your way up several staircases and taking sharp turns every so often as you tried to remember where the room with the mirror had been.

Peter lagged behind you, whining, “Y/N, where are we going?”

You ignored him as you climbed up one more flight of stairs and came to that familiar floor. You walked down the corridor until you found the door and tried the knob. Sure enough, it opened. When you peeked inside, the mirror was still there. “Okay, we’re here,” you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

Peter followed you inside, but stopped short when he saw the mirror. “This again? I thought we agreed this was just a regular mirror,” he said, annoyed.

You shook your head. “It’s not.”

His expression morphed from irritation to confusion. “It’s not? What do you mean?”

You nodded to it.  “Go stand in front of it.”

He sighed, but reluctantly approached the mirror. From this angle, you could only see him as he stared into it. “I told you, I don’t see anything. It’s just you and me.”

“Peter,” you said quietly, feeling your heart starting to pound again, “I’m over here.”

Peter went very still before he spun around and looked at you. You were still standing by the door, several feet away. “That’s not —” he began, turning back to look in the mirror again. “How is that possible? What is this?”

“Read the inscription,” you said, coming closer.

“I thought we said it was in a foreign language.”

“I thought so too. But read it backwards.”

Of course, it only took Peter a few seconds to decipher it. You watched his lips move silently as he read the words. “But . . . but what does that mean? My heart’s desire?”

“Yesterday I did some reading about this. It’s not a regular mirror. Instead of your reflection, it shows you the thing you desire most in the world. So everyone sees something different.”

“So when I look in the mirror . . .” Peter realized, before his expression went slack and his cheeks turned pink. “Oh.”

“What do you see?” you asked gently.

He was silent for a few seconds, the air in the room thick with tension. Then, he said, “I see me and you. Standing together.”

“Like this?” you said, coming up next to him and taking his hand.

He blinked at you, surprised. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“Because that’s what I see too.” You stared at your reflection. In it, you and Peter were exactly the way you were now: side by side, fingers intertwined. The Peter in the mirror was smiling at you beautifully, and it made your stomach flip.

You heard the real Peter’s breath hitch slightly. There was a long pause, and for a second you were irrationally afraid that he’d be angry. But when you glanced over at him, he was looking at you, a cheeky grin on his face. “So. I’m your heart’s desire, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, secretly relieved, and put a hand on the back of his neck in a sudden burst of Gryffindor-like courage. “You’re such a dork, Parker.” He laughed as you pulled him in to kiss you.

The second your lips touched, it was like an electric shock went through your body. But it wasn’t a painful one; it was warm, like you were on fire. You pulled back, meeting Peter’s eyes hesitantly.  The two of you surveyed each other uncertainly, trying to gouge the next move.

This time, it was Peter who leaned in, holding your face like it was something good and delicate. His lips were soft, pressing against yours firmly, and you vaguely wondered how you’d managed to go your entire life without this.

You realized you never looked up what happened when someone achieved their most desperate desire. But you didn’t have to, because you knew how it felt: like a lock clicking into place, like a piece of you was being returned that you didn’t even know was missing.

It was almost like time was frozen and everything was stopping for the two of you alone. Peter’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you’d never felt so safe. You could probably kiss Peter Parker forever. It was definitely on your list of your top three favorite things in the world.

Unfortunately, although it might’ve felt like time was frozen, you knew it wasn’t. So, with great difficulty, you pulled away from Peter. His eyebrows furrowed as he pouted, chasing after your lips. “What’d you do that for?” he grumbled.

You laughed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “We should probably go back, don’t you think?”

“No,” Peter shook his head. “Not at all.”

“What about that Potions essay you wanted me to proofread?”

“It’s probably fine,” Peter said flippantly.

“And that Silencing Charm Flitwick wanted us to practice?”

“I’ll do it later.”

“What about the Vanishing Spell that McGonagall said —” 

Before you could teasingly finish your sentence, Peter cut you off with a kiss. “I’ve been waiting for this for about five years now,” he mumbled into your mouth. “So I think you should forget about all of that and just kiss me, okay?”

You paused, pretending to mull it over, before you said, “Yeah, I can do that.” You barely got the last word out before Peter was kissing you again and your brain went wonderfully blank for a while. 

_______

“You are definitely the loudest person in the castle right now,” you hissed as you and Peter crept through the darkened corridors hours later. It was almost giving you déjà vu, except this time you weren’t lost and you and Peter were both sporting swollen, kiss-stained lips.

“Am not,” he laughed. “If anything it’s you. A troll has quieter footsteps than you.”

“Shut up.”

“I’d say the both of you are equally causing a ruckus right now,” a stern voice said from behind you. You and Peter froze before you slowly turned around. Professor McGonagall was standing there, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Hello, Professor,” Peter said, offering her a meek smile. “How are you?”

“I’m well, Mr. Parker, thank you. May I ask why the two of you are roaming the halls so late?”

“Um,” you said. “Peter was just walking me back to my common room. We were, uh, in the library doing homework.”

“I see,” McGonagall said. You could tell she didn’t believe you, and you swallowed, seeing a detention in your future. But then her eyes flickered down to yours and Peter’s joined hands, and something in her expression changed.

She looked back up at you. “Well, you’d better get back to your common rooms, then. And no detours, please.”

“Yes, Professor,” you and Peter said together.

“I trust I will see you both in class tomorrow,” McGonagall said, and as she turned to walk away, you caught a tiny smile on her face.

“Wow,” Peter said happily as you resumed walking. “That was lucky. I thought for sure she’d give us detention. Why do you think she let us go?”

You smiled up at him and shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe she was just feeling nice.”

Or maybe, you thought, McGonagall didn’t need the mirror to see what you and Peter had missed for so long. Maybe she was just glad you’d finally seen it yourselves.

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 1)

Summary: To Weiss, legends were all about luck and circumstance: being in the right place at the right time, with the right skills and the right connections, a little luck on your side and a whole lot more hard work and determination. So it was for her grandfather Nicholas Schnee, her best friend Akko's idol "Shiny Chariot," and the Cavendish family, one of the most important figures during and immediately after the Great War.

And as she finds herself entangled in an ancient conspiracy that threatens all of Remnant, she starts to get why her grandfather always said “You never know you’re going to be leading the charge and making history until it’s already way too late to back out.”

Notes: RWBY/Little Witch Academia Crossover, Alternate Universe, Major Original Characters, References to Depression and Mental Health Issues, Family Issues, Explicit Language

The top of the tower exploded in a massive cloud of red dust and debris, ancient Mistral architecture that had withstood the ravages of time for centuries undone in seconds by a team of four teenage huntresses and the one Nevermore.

The Grimm screeched as it was engulfed in fire and blasted with bits of exploded rock, but louder still were the screams of Akko, Ruby, Weiss, and Diana as they plummeted into the nearby ravine, probably several hundred feet of empty air between them and wherever the bottom was.

As they all faced certain, painful, inglorious, death, Weiss wondered just where things had gone so horribly wrong this time...

It had all probably started yesterday afternoon, when she and her friend Akko first arrived in Haven.

“Yatta!” Akko cried, dropping her bags by her side as she threw her arms up into the air, started laughing and spinning round and round in place. “We made it! We made it! We made it!” she cheered, before she abruptly stopped, bent over with her hands on her thighs, her long hair falling around her face.

“Oh, dust, please don’t tell me you’re going to barf...” Weiss said as she walked up beside her friend, a cart loaded with suitcases in front of her.

Akko chuckled weakly, before she turned her head up to the buildings in the distance. “Weiss, if I’m going to get sick today, it’s going to be joy-puking from how HAPPY I am that we’ve made it to the promised land: the birthplace of one of the greatest huntresses Remnant has ever seen...”

Akko bent back up, her hands on her hips, her eyes beaming as she cried, “HAVEN ACADEMY, ALMA MATER OF THE ONE AND ONLY SHINY CHARIOT!”

The moment was ruined as some of the many other students disembarking onto Haven bumped into her, nearly knocking Akko down, the rest casting them dirty looks as they tried to move around them. Weiss caught Akko and helped her regain her footing, before they grabbed their bags or the handle of the trolley and started making their way towards the Great Hall in the distance.

“We’re taking our next big step towards fulfilling our dreams here, Weiss!” Akko said as they walked. “All those years in Sanctum, those hard summers training with Uncle Nick, all the bruises, all the cuts, all the times I set accidentally myself on fire—they’re paying off today!”

She stopped suddenly. “You know what we should do?” she asked, beaming.

“Go hunting for trophies, commemorative photos, and memorabilia of Shiny Chariot on campus?” Weiss offered.

“No!” Akko replied. Beat. “Okay, we’re definitely going to have to do that one of these days, but I was talking about Uncle Nick’s big mission for us both!”

Weiss frowned. “Do we really have to today? I mean, it’s only little less than 24 hours before we’re both forced to live and work with two or three strangers for the next four years...”

“Of course we do!” Akko said as she looped an arm around Weiss shoulder. “Look around you, Weiss: what do you see…?” she asked as she slowly swept her other arm through the air.

“A whole bunch of freshmen like us, some of whose presence should prompt us to mind our scrolls and wallets whenever they’re around...?”

“Friends, Weiss!” Akko hissed. “Potential friends! Friends you can make right now, and keep for life just like me, if you just try!”

Weiss sighed. “I still stand by my statement that I’d rather just start with my/our future teammates...”

Akko pulled her arm away, and pouted at Weiss. “C’mon, Weiss! Is that really any way for the granddaughter of the Nicholas Schnee to talk? Waiting to scavenge what’s leftover when everyone’s already had their fill, than stepping right up to the buffet table and taking their pick? It’s not even that hard!

“Here, I’ll show you! I’m going to...” Akko paused, pursed her lip as she scanned the faces around them. “… make friends with that girl over there, and show you how easy it is!”

Weiss followed Akko’s line of sight, found herself frowning as she saw a disturbingly pale girl with long, pink-hair in a full-length dress, seemingly not walking along the path so much as… slithering along it. “Please tell me you’re not seriously considering that girl...” she said quietly, warily eyeing the satchel slung over her shoulder.

“And why shouldn’t I?” Akko replied. “Auntie Frosty would be so disappointed in you right now, judging someone just by their looks! She could be perfectly nice and sweet, and just happens to look creepy, for all we know! As a matter of fact, I’ll go and find out now!”

“Wait, Akko--!” Weiss started, reaching out for her friend, before she sighed, and stayed by their belongings as Akko marched off to intercept the pale pink-haired girl. She couldn’t hear their conversation for the din of all the other students and the distance between them, but it seemed to be going as Weiss expected it to, with Akko talking up a storm, incredibly enthusiastic and chipper as always, probably breaking the ice by asking the pink-haired girl if they knew that Haven was where Shiny Chariot trained and got her hunting license.

Then the pale pink-haired girl lifted her hand, pulled back her sleeve, and used a wrist-mounted sprayer  to spritz something into Akko’s face while she was taking a short break for air.

Weiss watched in horror as Akko suddenly dropped to the ground, face contorted in disgust and horror as she shook and gagged, all while the pale pink-haired girl loomed over her with her tablet out, watching—no, studying the effects whatever the hell that was was having on Akko. Weiss abandoned their things and rushed to Akko’s side, knelt down beside her and picked her up, flinching and nearly dropping her as Akko puked all over the grass nearby.

Weiss pulled out her handkerchief, wiped the excess mess of Akko’s face. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked. “Do you need to head to the infirmary? Should I call for help?”

Still shaking and shuddering, Akko shook her head. “No, no, I think I’m going to be fine, just… need some fresh--” she puked again, thankfully all over the mess she had made earlier.

Weiss scowled and looked around, but Akko’s assailant seemed capable of some truly deceptive speed—she was gone, long-melded in the crowds, and she doubted that she would see her again soon, not without external forces and coincidence like having the same classes in the future. She groaned, wiped up the new mess from Akko’s face, before they returned to their things, thankfully exactly as they left them.

“Okay...” Akko said as she stood with one hand on her rolling suitcase for support. “So that didn’t go so well...”

“To say the least,” Weiss grumbled.

Akko ignored her. “… But that was just bad luck, is all! I’m sure that the next person I talk to, I’ll be coming back to introduce my new friend to my best friend!”

Weiss scowled. “Akko, you can’t be serious!” She groaned. “Okay, you know what? You win, I’ll go talk to some random stranger and attempt to make friends with them! Just let me pick whoever it’ll be, alright?”

“Okay!” Akko said, beaming. “Oh, and ask them if they’re a Shiny Chariot fan, if you can!”

“I will,” Weiss said halfheartedly as she scanned the area, found a black-haired cat Faunus girl that looked to be busy reading under the shade of one of the trees. There was a part of her that felt bad for choosing to bother her, of all the many other freshmen here, but she seemed the most approachable and the least suspicious looking in the immediate vicinity.

Weiss took a deep breath, then marched over to the Faunus girl. She slowed down and awkwardly stopped when she was about six feet away, hands held in front of her as she debated what to say, or if she shouldn’t just turn around before she noticed her.

Then the Faunus’ girls ears twitched, and she saw two yellow feline eyes peering at her over the top of her book. “Can I help you…?”

Weiss froze. “I, uh--” she started, before the Faunus’ girl’s eyes got VERY wide and she nearly dropped her book.

“Holy shit...” the Faunus girl whispered. “Are you Weiss Schnee…?”

Weiss winced, sighing as she stepped forward and put herself at a much more reasonable distance away from her. “Yes, yes I am. And you would be…?” she asked, forcing herself to smile and hold out her hand.

“Blake Belladonna,” Blake replied, taking it and shaking. “I’d heard the rumours and the news about what happened, but I never thought I’d actually see you in person.”

Weiss groaned. “Could we please stop talking about me like I’m some sort of famous celebrity that just suddenly dropped off the map, without a single trace? And could you please not bring up what happened? I’m really trying to put that chapter of my life behind me...”

“Sorry.” Blake said. She paused. “So, did you need something? When you came walking up to me earlier?”

“Forget it, I’m sorry for bothering you,” Weiss said, before she sharply turned around and walked back to Akko, eyes cast down.

“Excuse me!” Blake cried.

Weiss stopped and looked over her shoulder as Blake ran up to her. “Yes?”

“I have a group of friends who’d love to meet you,” Blake said. “They can really help you out here at Haven, among other things...”

Weiss resisted the urge to frown. “I’ll think about it, thank you for the offer. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go get back to my friend.”

Blake nodded. “Go on ahead, I’ll be around,” she said, before they turned around and went their separate ways. Still, Weiss couldn’t shake the feeling that those feline ears were still listening to her footsteps, that she’d be feeling those eyes and many more watching her from here on out…

“Didn’t go well?” Akko asked, frowning.

“To say the least...” Weiss said as she returned to her trolley. She sighed as she started pushing it again. “Let’s just go drop off our stuff at the Great Hall, then start looking for Shiny Chariot stuff, okay…?”

Akko’s frown grew, before she nodded her head and followed after Weiss. They slowed down as up ahead was a blonde girl and her companion, a much younger brunette who seemed intent on zooming and zipping all around the place, gawking and fawning over the students walking around with their weapons.

"Easy there, little sister,” the blonde said as she pulled her companion back by her red hood. “They're just weapons!"

"'Just weapons'?” the brunette cried. “They're an extension of ourselves!” she gestured out to the armed students. “They're a part of us! Oh, they're so cool!" she squealed, her hands held to her chest.

"Well, why can't you swoon over your own weapon? Aren't you happy with it?"

"Of course I'm happy with Crescent Rose!” the brunette said, now holding over her shoulder a scythe even larger than her. “I just really like seeing new ones. It's like meeting new people, but better..." she said as she folded her scythe and holstered it behind her back.

The blonde pulled her little sister’s hood over her head. "Ruby, come on: why don't you go try and make some friends of your own?"

Akko perked up, and leaned over to Weiss. “Opportunity…!” she whispered excitedly.

Weiss ignored her.

Ruby took off her hood. "But... why would I need friends if I have you?"

"Well..." the blonde said, before a small horde of students suddenly appeared all around here."Actually, my friends are here. Gotta go catch up. 'Kay, see ya, bye!"

Weiss and Akko both stopped as the blonde and her friends suddenly stampeded off to the Great Hall, howling and hooting, leaving Ruby dazed and spinning in her wake.

"Wait, where are you going?! Are we supposed to go to our dorms? Where are our dorms? Do we have dorms?" Ruby cried. "I don't know what I'm doing..." she said as she stumbled on backwards… right on to Weiss’ cart full of luggage.

Before Weiss or Akko could react, she tripped, falling right on top of the stack of suitcases.

Crash!

Weiss and Akko winced as both Ruby and the luggage came spilling out on the ground. “Oh, dust, are you okay?!” Weiss asked as she and Akko rushed to her.

Still dazed, Ruby tried to get up. “Yeah, I’m--!”

Weiss’ eyes widened as she saw some multi-coloured dust seeping out one of the suitcases. “Wait!” she cried, Akko freezing as she saw the spill, too.

Ruby froze, her already big silver eyes growing wider as she looked at Weiss.

“Okay...” Weiss said, carefully holding her hands out. “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but you just fell on top of some suitcases full of dust and ammo, and one wrong move might blow us all up…”

Ruby blinked. “Oh,” she whispered.

“Take my hands….” Weiss said as she leaned in.

Ruby did, her fingers tightly wrapping around Weiss, her own palms starting to sweat as she pulled her up. Akko skirted around the sides, checking the other suitcases for leaks, watching as the spilled cloud of dust was safely swept away in the breeze.

“We’re clear!” Akko said, giving them a thumbs up.

Weiss and Ruby both sighed in relief.

“Sorry about that,” Ruby said, smiling sheepishly.

“Oh, it’s fine,” Weiss mumbled, “it was an accident, after all. Just be more careful next time, okay?”

“I will!” Ruby chirped. Beat. “Uh, you can let go of my hands now.”

Weiss looked down, her eyes widening before she jumped back and let go of Ruby like she had just been burned. “O-Oh, sorry about that!” she said, blushing and unconsciously wiping her palms on the back of her skirt.

“It’s cool,” Ruby said. She looked at the luggage spilled all over. “You need some help getting your stuff back on the cart? I’m Ruby, by the way.”

“Weiss, and the thought is appreciated, but my friend Akko and I have got this, thank you,” Weiss said. “No offense, and I’m sure you know how to handle dust, but again: this is a LOT of it,” she said as she carefully opened one suitcase and checked its contents, before gently setting it back on the cart.

“Are those ALL filled with dust?” Ruby asked, peering at the suitcases still on the ground.

“Not all of them, no!” Akko said as she carefully checked another suitcase full of them. “But we’ve mostly got raw crystals or powder vials in here, or Auntie Freya’s super special shells for my weapon—and trust me, those things pack several punches!”

Ruby’s eyes sparkled. “Did you just say super special shells for your weapon?!”

“They’re called Showstoppers!” Akko said as she carefully stacked another suitcase on the cart. “I can’t show you just how awesome it is when fired, but I can show you what they look like!” she said as she picked up a new suitcase. “They should be in one of these right here!”

Ruby stepped up beside her and watched as Akko opened the suitcase. Then Akko’s eyes widened, and she immediately slammed it shut, Weiss and Ruby flinching in surprise.  “Ahaha, woops! Wrooong suitcase!” Akko said as she hurriedly put it back on Weiss’ trolley.

Weiss picked up another, and opened it. “It’s in this one!” she said as she quickly headed over to Akko and Ruby, and handed it over. “I’ll take care of the rest and get these into the Great Hall, you go talk weapons with Ruby here, Akko,” she said as she quickly loaded the rest on her cart, started hauling it to the Great Hall.

“You sure?” Ruby called. “I was going to ask you about your weapon, too, Weiss!”

“We’ll talk about it later, I promise!” Weiss shouted over her shoulder as she started walking faster.

Ruby looked at her in confusion, but as Akko pulled out her weapon from her luggage, Weiss was quickly forgotten.

She headed into the Great Hall, joined the line of new students depositing their luggage at the makeshift storage area in one corner. Weiss explained that most of her suitcases were full of dust and ammo, carefully handing them off to the staff, until they got to the one containing her personal belongings.

“Ah, you don’t check the insides of the luggage here, do you?” she said as she hugged it to her chest, her arms crossed over the front. “And have you had any incidences of theft or just, people opening bags and snooping around…?”

“No, we’ve got non-intrusive scanners for that, and no, we don’t, and if we did, you bet your ass we’ll get your stuff back and whoever did it will live to regret it,” the supervisor replied. “Why, is there anything in particularly valuable or important in here?”

Weiss hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “Prescription medicines and sentimental items.”

The supervisor nodded. “We’ve got lock boxes if you’d like, two copies of the keys—one for you, one for the admin; going to cost you, though.”

“’Peace of mind is always a good investment,’ as my grandpa might say!” Weiss said as she pulled out her wallet.

She was quite a lot of Lien lighter afterwards, but at least the thoughts weighing on her went with them, save for one niggling question: how much did Ruby see earlier…?