#i’m doing it on mobile so it’s hard to read it back lol

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

[chickenfics]

Team ‘Weekend Trip to Asgard’

Relationship: Loki x Fem!reader (SFW)

Summary: When Bruce invited you to a quick weekend getaway, you’d hardly expected your destination to be Asgard. Just like you’d hardly expected to be accompanied by two gods – one of whom you’re convinced hates your guts. But who would have thought that the God of Mischief has a thing for flowers, a talent for reciting Shakespeare, and knowledge of all the best places for stargazing? Certainly not you.

But in a weekend filled with sunny fields and boisterous feasts, with accidental skinny dipping and drunken magic tricks, you would begin to realize all the different ways Loki could surprise you.

Word count: 8.5k

A/N: I work with horses as my real-life job (lol), so apologies for all the random and unimportant horse facts in this chapter, I just couldn't help myself. Also I'm convinced Loki is a horse girl, sooooo...  Content warning: talk of shitty parents, some mildly suggestive themes, take a shot every time you read the word 'dick' (just kidding, don't do that lol)

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Chapter 8

You couldn’t have been asleep for very long. In fact, you swore you’d just nodded off when someone was tugging on your shoulder. It took your body a minute to even register the touch, considering how desperately you were trying to regain your sleep, but after that minute, you couldn’t ignore it any longer. 

Blinking your eyes open, you were startled to find a certain God of Mischief staring at you from a few inches away. 

“What the--”

“Sh, shhhh sh,” he put a finger to his lips, then reached out as if he was going to do the same to you but decided against it. 

“Get up -- come on. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh Lord,” you muttered as he helped -- more like dragged -- you to your feet. “Why am I suddenly afraid.”

“What, you are?” he stopped, seeming a bit wounded. 

“No, Loki,” you sighed, smiling weakly. “Just-- what time is it, anyway?”

“Mm, an hour or so before sunrise. What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I don't know… What’s the surprise?”

“Oh, right. Come on, come on,” he once again began guiding you out of bed. 

“Wait -- oof, Loki,” you pulled back, nearly falling over as your dress tangled up around your legs. “Shouldn’t I maybe change first?”

Loki straightened up, scanning you from head to toe before biting back a smirk. 

“Yeah probably. We don’t need any additional reasons for your already poor mobility to be inhibited.”

“Okay, it is way too early for all of… that,” you waved a hand at him, and Loki opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to throw you over his shoulder or something. 

Thankfully, he didn’t. 

“Do you mind maybe…” you gestured towards the door. 

“Oh. Yes, of course. Don’t go back to bed, though. I’m trusting you.”

“Yeah yeah, alright. Just, give me a damn minute, okay?”

Loki huffed, but he was having an increasingly hard time keeping a straight face as he ducked around the curtain. You couldn’t help but notice how he carefully arranged it so it was covering the doorway before stepping aside. 

Shaking your head fondly, you changed and grabbed your canvas bag, assuming you wouldn’t be coming back to the palace any time soon. 

Between getting up so quickly and all you’d had to drink last night, you could feel a headache starting at your temples. Loki must not have worked his magic like last time. 

You mentioned as much when you joined him outside your room. 

“No Loki hangover cure this morning?” You joked, rubbing your aching temple and trying to clear the fuzziness from your eyes. 

“Oh right, nearly forgot about that,” Loki replied, and then without warning, he reached forward and grabbed your head between his hands. 

Green tendrils of magic filled your peripheral, and after a quick buzzing sensation, all traces of your headache were gone. Before you even had a chance to react, Loki removed his hands from your head and flashed a quick, toothy smile. 

“Now, where were we? Are you ready? We really should be going…”

“Yep, lead the way,” you sighed, wondering what you were getting into. 

You’d never seen Loki this… excited? You’d seen him impatient when you’d all first arrived on Asgard, and he’d been distinctly moodier than he was right now. No, this seemed more like excitement than anything else, though the impatience was certainly still there. 

That was evident enough by the way you had to practically run to keep up with him and his long-ass legs. But once you’d reached the front doors to the castle, Loki slowed so you could catch up with him. Waiting until you were by his side, he held out an arm.

When you glanced up at him, completely at a loss, he must have seen it on your face as he rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“This is the part where you take my arm, darling.”

“But… I… wh--”

“Oh, just do it, would you,” Loki muttered. It was supposed to sound annoyed, but you weren’t fooled. “You’re about to walk through Asgard with a prince. This is how we do things. It’s just a formality.”

“Really?” You skeptically replied as you laid your hand in the crook of his bent elbow. “Because it feels like you’ve just asked me to marry you or something.”

“Please,” Loki scoffed as the two of you headed for the steps. 

“Hey! What, am I that bad?” 

“No,” Loki quickly insisted, eyes widening slightly in what you assumed was internal panic. “That’s not what I meant, I just… oh, I don’t know, I…”

“Okay,” you reassured him, moving closer so you could nudge your arm against his. “Don’t hurt yourself. It’s no big deal.”

“Hmm,” he sighed, but there was relief hidden behind his defensiveness. You could tell. 

Rubbing his arm in a quick gesture of reassurance, he led you past the guards, who gave friendly nods -- which Loki did not reciprocate, so you had to do enough for the both of you -- and out into the streets of Asgard. 

You noticed an immediate switch. One might have thought he looked especially disinterested, maybe even relaxed, but you could feel how tense he was. His eyes wandered building to building, scanning down every alleyway, peering into every hidden nook. It was like he was certain that someone was after him. 

You couldn’t understand, as you’d just passed through here yesterday and everyone had seemed friendly enough. But you supposed that, for Loki, it was different. He did have a bit of a reputation in Asgard. Why hadn’t you considered that before? With as much as Earth hated him, you wondered if the people of Asgard also had some conflicting thoughts on the prince. Or ex-prince, technically. 

It made you sad. Loki had been kind to you. Sure, you knew that he’d done some not-so-great things in the past, but it wasn't fair for him to not have somewhere he could be shown love and understanding. Everybody needed that -- even Loki, though you probably couldn’t have tortured the admission out of him if you tried.

It was unfortunate that he didn’t have a place where he could just be seen as himself in this present moment and not the person he used to be. 

Lost in your thoughts as you were, you hardly paid attention to where the god was leading you. Which was probably why you didn’t notice when the houses began to thin, or the appearance of wide open, fenced-in fields stretching in the distance.

That is until Loki stopped next to you. 

You glanced over at him first and then turned to get a look at your surroundings. You were outside the most beautiful-looking stable you’d ever seen in your life. Not that you’d seen a lot of stables, but still; this one was certainly the nicest -- probably that you’d ever see. 

“Loki…” you hesitantly started, voice already tinged with excitement. “What are we doing here?”

But he didn’t get a chance to answer before a tall, stocky woman was making her way through the double doors of the building. 

“Your Majesty,” she gave a quick, fairly informal bow before grinning up at him. “It is good to see you back. How long’s it been? Months?”

“Lady Ingunn,” Loki smiled. “I haven't the slightest. You know how time works differently on Midgard.”

“Well, no matter. It’s been too long,” she replied, and Loki gave a nod of agreement. 

Then, with a wave of her hand, she gestured for the two of you to follow her back towards the stable. 

“The horses you requested are ready for you. They’re eager to get going, I’m sure. Anyhow, they won’t be needed back until tonight. I trust you’ll take good care of them,” she passed a wink over her shoulder, and Loki smiled faintly. 

“Yes, of course. They couldn’t be in better hands,” he replied. 

You had no idea what was going on. 

You’d never seen polite Loki before, and it was certainly a sight. But you supposed that charm was Loki’s whole thing, so it shouldn’t be exactly surprising; it was just… different. You could see how Loki would be able to talk his way out of -- or into -- any situation he so desired. 

The woman -- Ingunn, as Loki had referred to her -- pulled open the wide barn doors. She took one, pushing it in the opposite direction, and you jumped to push the other. Turning back around, she smiled at you. 

“Thank you,” she nodded, then led the way into the dimly lit stable. 

The inside was roomy, with a wide aisle and big stalls lining either side. A few of them were occupied by horses, just as big as the ones you had ridden across the Bifrost, who were eating lazily or dozing off. 

In the middle of the aisle, two horses were tied to rings along the wall, elegant saddles on their backs. Immediately you noticed that one of the horses was black, much like the one you’d ridden your first night on Asgard. 

“Is that?”

“Mhm,” Loki nodded, smirking at the way your face lit up. 

“They’re all yours,” Ingunn announced, giving Loki another small bow before laying a hand on his arm. “It's nice to see you again, my Prince. If you find the time to stop by before your departure, it would bring me much joy. But until next time…”

“Goodbye, My Lady. Thank you again for your kindness,” Loki replied, giving a genuine smile and a modest bow. 

With one last fond look at him, the woman nodded to you and then turned and disappeared to the other side of the large barn. 

You had so many questions whirling around in your head. Who was that lady? Or more importantly, who was she to Loki, for him to feel so relaxed around her? You had the idea that there was a story to it, but you felt that it probably would have been a little nosy to ask. Loki would tell you if he felt like sharing -- otherwise, it wasn’t really your business. You weren't focused on your curiosity for long, however, as your attention was stolen by the two horses in front of you. 

“What’s going on?” You asked somewhat dreamily, and Loki didn’t even bother to hide his grin. 

“I thought you might like to go on a ride with me this morning, and by the look on your face it seems that I thought correctly.”

“Well that’s a little presumptuous of you, Prospero,” you chuckled. “But yes. You thought correctly.”

It would have pained you to admit it had you not been so excited. And the way that Loki’s smile deepened, you decided that maybe it hadn't been a bad thing after all. 

“Shall we?” He held out his hand, gesturing to the horses, and you nodded eagerly. 

Tip-toeing up to the black horse, you held out a hand. It lowered its muzzle, sniffing you curiously -- probably looking for treats -- and your eyes widened as you ran a finger over the silky hair along its nose. 

“It’s so soft,” you whispered. 

Loki, who had moved around the black horse and was now standing next to his mount, laughed softly. 

“Indeed. I could never get enough of that feeling as a boy. Still can’t…” He ran a hand down the other animal’s grey muzzle. 

His horse was the stark opposite of yours, pearly white. One of its eyes was black, and the other was bright blue. 

“Do they have names?” you shyly asked, suddenly feeling like a little kid. But Loki seemed more than happy to answer your question. 

“Yes, all of the animals here do. This,” he nodded to the white horse, still petting its neck. “Is Tove. It means dove, in your language.”

“I can see the resemblance,” you nodded. 

“And your friend there is Yrsa. She-bear.”

“She’s a girl?” You turned back towards your horse. For some reason, you’d assumed it was a male. You got the idea that Yrsa was laughing at your look of surprise. 

“A mare, yes,” Loki nodded. 

“What about yours?”

“Also a mare. The lads and ladies tend not to mix very well.”

You laughed at that, face breaking into a smile, and Loki watched you with a timid, amused expression. 

“You know a lot about horses?” It was half a question, half a statement. More of a ‘please, go on.’ You liked to hear Loki talk. 

“A little, perhaps,” he tilted his head, playing absentmindedly with Tove’s mane. 

“You… said that you were around them as a boy?” A hesitant question this time, not wanting to push. 

“Why don’t we get moving and then I’ll tell you all about my childhood adventures, hm?” Loki replied with a smirk. 

You quickly nodded, very excited to get started. Patting Yrsa’s neck, you turned around at the feeling of Loki growing close behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, he helped you untie the lead, handing you the reins. 

“Now,” he instructed, hovering near you. “Stay to her left, right by her shoulder, here,” he pointed to where the horse’s front leg attached to her muscular body, guiding you backward until you were standing in the correct place. 

“Mind her feet,” he added, and he watched you carefully as you led the horse forward -- feeling more confident than you would have expected. 

You knew it was probably silly, but there was something trustworthy in Yrsa’s eyes that put you at ease. Or maybe it wasn’t silly, considering this was an Asgardian horse. She could have started speaking English and you wouldn’t have been that surprised. 

Loki led you over to a sort of step-stool, which you assumed you were supposed to mount from. But when you got up onto it, with Loki holding the horse, you realized that you still couldn’t reach. 

“Um…” you wondered aloud, not exactly sure what to do. 

“Here,” said Loki softly. Releasing the reins, he laced his fingers together and held them out level with your knee. 

“Oh, are you sure, I don’t want to--”

“It’s not a bother,” Loki interjected, reading your mind. He moved his hands closer to you as if to say ‘come on, we haven’t got all day.’

“Okay,” you whispered, taking a deep breath. 

Grabbing onto the front of the saddle, you placed your left foot carefully in Loki’s palm. 

“One, two, three,” Loki sang, then hoisted you up like you weighed about as much as a sack of potatoes. 

He may have overcompensated a bit, as you nearly fell right off the other side of the horse. 

“Woah there,” he muttered, grabbing the seat of your pants and holding you still. “Apologies.”

“It’s okay,” you managed, shaking your head. You struggled to find the stirrups for a moment, and Loki watched you with a surprising amount of patience as you finally got your feet into them. Then he handed your the reins and said, 

“Would you like some pointers, or shall I leave you to it?”

“Pointers, please,” you replied. Then, with a small smile, added, “I like hearing you talk about this kind of stuff.”

Loki opened his mouth, squinting up at you like he expected you to start laughing at him or something. When you simply looked back down at him attentively, he took a quick breath. 

"Okay… Firstly, and the most important thing,” he reached out and grabbed your foot. 

“Keep your heels down. This keeps you upright in the saddle -- also very important.”

“Heels down,” you nodded, flexing your calves so your heels were pointed towards the ground. 

“Good. Now, sit up nice and tall, shoulders back,” he reached out, laying a hand on the shoulder closest to him, and you pushed them back. 

“Don’t stiffen up, though. Relax, you want to be able to move with the horse’s stride, otherwise you’ll bounce right off.”

“Right, okay.” You tried to relax, brow furrowing. This was a lot to keep track of. 

A corner of Loki’s mouth bunched. 

“You’re adorable when you concentrate.”

“Hey, I’m trying,” you laughed, suddenly very aware of what your face was doing. 

“Yes I know, darling, I can see that,” Loki replied, and you felt heat creep up your neck. 

A moment later, he was leading Tove out, swinging up onto her back and settling elegantly into the saddle. Immediately, the horse began to move, prancing slightly, though Loki seemed perfectly relaxed. 

“Alright,” he continued. “How do you feel? Good?”

You nodded.

“Okay. Don’t go anywhere.”  He held up a hand, then spun around and headed for the barn. 

“Now, horses are taught to move away from pressure. You can use your reins to steer, but also your legs and hips.”

As if to demonstrate, Trove began to move sideways without Loki even touching the reins. 

“How’d you do that?” You gaped. 

“Applied pressure with my left leg, got her to go right. Simple.”

You weren’t so sure it was as simple as he thought it was. Maybe for him. 

“You’re really good at this, aren’t you?” You mused, smiling almost proudly.

“Yes. Yes I am,” he grinned, leaning closer to you with a cocky wink. But then his teasing demeanor fell, and he gave you a very intentional look. 

“Just… you be careful. Everyone knows that mortals are notoriously fragile and I’d prefer you not get hurt. Especially on my watch.”

His concern for you made your insides fill with warmth, which escaped through a fond smile that nearly made your cheeks ache. 

“I will. Thank you, Loki.”

The god’s nose wrinkled. 

“Well don’t thank me, I haven’t done anything.”

“No, I know. It’s just nice, you thinking of me.”

Somehow, his face screwed up even more. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. Come on.” To get out of the conversation, he spurred his horse forward into a quick trot. 

“Hey, not fair, asshole! -- He’s a hot mess,” you muttered to Yrsa, and she bobbed her head, which made you jump. “Okay, if you can understand me, I just want you to know that I have no clue what I’m doing, so please be gentle.”

Giving her a hesitant little tap with your heels, she began walking forward. Loki had made it halfway down the barren street already and had spun around, waiting for you to catch up. As much of a show as he had put on, it was obvious he didn’t intend to leave you floundering -- even if he was much better than you at all of this. Or perhaps because he was. 

Still not feeling confident but figuring it was now or never, you kicked the mare’s sides again. She started off at a slow trot, which gradually grew in stride. As you caught up to Loki, he spun his horse around. 

“Here comes the fun part,” he called, and then he gave his horse a kick. Tove took off at a brisk canter. 

“Shit, fuck -- alright Yrsa, I’m trusting you…”

You kicked the mare’s sides, and she jumped forward. Yelping, you grabbed onto the saddle as she began to gallop after Tove and Loki. But once again, you quickly found yourself settling into the stride, and by the time you caught up to Loki, you had both hands on the reins and were leaning into the lope. 

Flashing you a smile as you entered his peripheral, Loki gave you a little wave. You waved back, perhaps a bit less elegantly, and he yelled for you to follow him. Nodding, you got to test out your steering abilities as Loki turned his mare towards the right, heading towards a wide-open field. 

Tugging your right rein, you squeezed your legs and sure enough, Yrsa followed your lead. Or maybe she was just following her friend. Either way, you were glad to have such a smart horse taking care of you. 

Breaking out onto the grass, you felt the horse’s muscles work beneath you as she tore up a small incline. Sitting tall as Loki had instructed, you had to remind yourself to keep your heels down and relax your body. It really was a lot to keep track of, but you hadn’t fallen off yet, so that was something at least. 

The incline quickly leveled out, and you guided your horse next to Loki’s. The two mares seemed content to travel side by side, and the pace was comfortable enough that you could catch a glimpse of your surroundings.  

The sun was just beginning to break over the horizon, setting the meadow in a gilded glow. The ground was fairly barren, and from what you could tell from the blur of plant life, it all seemed dry. 

A few trees sprung up here and there, and you even passed a large stone cave at the base of a hill. About ten minutes into your ride, you saw a large black blob in the distance. Not long after, the blob began to grow until you could make out the trunks of trees. It was a forest. 

Loki waited until reaching the edge before reining his horse back. You followed, wondering how the animals had been able to run for so long without breaking a sweat. Was that an Asgardian thing or just a horse thing? You had no clue. 

Pulling up next to Loki, you sat in silence for a moment, the both of you catching your breath and getting your bearings. Just like last time, now that the adrenaline had left you felt your limbs trembling slightly -- though this time it was more from the physical exertion than anxiety. 

“That was… amazing,” you laughed breathily and gave Yrsa a pat on her neck. 

Loki hummed, smiling to himself. 

“We’ll take it slower through here,” he gestured to the woods.

“Wait, we’re going in there?”

“Of course,” was his reply, and without further explanation, he nudged Tove forward. The mare began picking her way along the forest floor. 

“Is that safe? For the horses, I mean?” They seemed way too big to be weaving through trees and worrying about where they were stepping. 

“Yes. They’re bred for this sort of thing, despite their size. These girls are especially careful, so we’re in good hands. Well, good hooves….”

“Was that,” your mouth fell open, torn between disbelief and delight. “Oh my god, was that a joke? That was absolutely awful, I’m so proud of you.”

You laughed as Loki threw a glare over his shoulder. But despite the grumpy front he was attempting to put up, he reined his horse back so that you could catch up before continuing forward. 

“Careful, mortal. You test my patience.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, raising your chin skeptically. “See, I feel like if that were true, you wouldn’t keep spending so much time with me.”

Loki fell silent, then, pretending to study something off in the distance. 

“I’m glad you do.”

“What?” he turned to look at you, his eyebrows tilted in anticipation. 

“That you keep spending time with me. I’ve had a lot of fun, doing stuff with you.”

Loki stared at you, brow drawing further together with an expression of honest confusion. 

“You have?” He mused. 

“Yeah. I have." 

“Hm…” He looked away, seeming to get lost in his own thoughts. 

You let the silence hang for a little while, enjoying the quiet sounds of the forest and the horses making their way between the trees. Morning sunlight was pouring through the branches, lighting the leaves up in a glowing green. You craned your neck up, taking a deep breath of the cool forest air. 

“So,” you eventually began. “Pretty sure you owe me a story about your childhood adventures.”

Snapping out of his daze, Loki raised his eyebrows and gave a somewhat pained smile. 

“Do you really want to hear about that?” 

“You know, I think you’re the first person to ever say that to me,” he muttered, smirking.

You nodded adamantly. You really, really did. “I told you, I like hearing you talk.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if that was because he talked to you differently than most people because otherwise, you weren’t sure how everyone didn’t find Loki interesting. Didn’t like hearing him talk about Shakespeare or his boyhood adventures as a fairy prince.

Yeah, you were going to guess that he didn’t go around telling people that sort of stuff. Why he’d told you, you still weren’t sure. But you were glad that he had. 

“Alright, what do you want to know?”

“I’m an open book.”

Your arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“You are far from an open book, but alright…” you thought, fiddling with your reins. “Okay, what about that woman at the stables? Who was she?”

Loki shifted in his saddle, and you wondered if somehow you had already asked the wrong question. 

“She was a friend of my mother,” he replied, his voice sounding distant and bittersweet. “The two of us, my mother and I, used to go on rides sometimes when she could get out of her queenly duties. Ingunn has been running the stables since I was a baby.”

You nodded thoughtfully. 

“So you used to ride a lot as a child, then?”

Loki nodded. 

“I loved being around the horses. When you’re small, they seem so… powerful yet gentle. I felt like myself around them, like I didn’t need to pretend or be someone -- I could just be who I was, without any effort.” He trailed off. You didn’t interrupt the silence, and a few moments later, he continued. 

“Ingunn would let me sneak into the stables. My father never wanted me to spend time there -- outside of my training, of course. He felt that it was a waste of time. And my mother… she just didn’t want me out riding alone for fear I’d hurt myself. And I did,” he chuckled. “Many times, so I suppose she was right. But of course, I didn’t listen.”

“Of course not,” you laughed softly. “So… what would you do, when you were disobeying your parents?”

This made Loki laugh. 

“You’ll have to be more specific, my dear,” he teased. “In this instance, of which there are many others, I would steal a horse and ride through the woods much like we’re doing now.”

“But, it wasn’t technically stealing, right? If Ingunn helped you do it.”

“I suppose not,” he smirked. “But to me, it felt like stealing. I liked to pretend I was a runaway from the palace, escaping my old life in search of a new one….” a faraway look captured his face, making his sharp features look delicate and breakable in a way that made your heart twist. 

But he shook his head and moved past it, and so you tried to as well. 

“Tove here was my partner in crime,” he patted the mare’s neck. 

“You mean, you rode her as a boy?” you asked in disbelief. “How old would that make her?” 

“Much older than you,” Loki mischievously replied. “These horses can live for hundreds, even thousands of years, unlike your Midgardian species.” He tilted his head, frowning. “It was one of the things that I found quite sad about Midgard. It’s a shame that your horses only have a few decades at best.”

Now that was interesting; Loki admitting that he’d found something sad about Midgard, and to have it be something as small as the lifespan of horses, especially when all you’d heard from him was contempt for Earth and its inhabitants… 

It had your mind reeling. 

“My mother first taught me how to ride on this horse,” Loki continued, and you shook your head to focus. 

“That’s nice,” you smiled, and Loki glanced up at you with a thoughtful expression. 

The silence returned, but it was comfortable, and you both settled into it like it was the most natural thing to occur. Barely half an hour had passed before the trees started to thin. 

Breaking out into a clearing, you looked around, suddenly feeling something familiar about this place. 

“Hey,” you spoke up. “This is the meadow. That’s the tree.” You pointed off into the distance, where the tree you and Loki had read under sat, looking like a little toy in the distance. 

“Yes, very good, “ Loki sarcastically replied. You’d just been about to tell him he shouldn't be so mean when you noticed the very intense gleam in his eye. 

“What?” you asked, voice dripping with apprehension. 

“Want to race?” He wiggled his eyebrows. 

“Uh… I don’t know. Feels like you might have the upper hand on this one,” you replied, matching his sarcasm. 

“Well, that’s nothing new. Come on, let’s do it. Loser has to… tell an embarrassing story about themselves.”

“What are you, twelve?” You snorted. 

“You’re just stalling ‘cause you know I’ll win.”

“Yeah,” you confidently replied. “I do.”

“Oh come on, I’ll go easy on you.”

There seemed to be no getting out of this one. When Loki wanted something, he usually got it. You didn’t need to have known him long to know that. 

“Okay, fine,” you groaned, and Loki lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. 

“Wonderful. On the count of three?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you replied, feeling a flutter of anxiety, even though you were actively trying to keep the smile off of your face. 

“One.” You shifted in the saddle. 

“Two.” Heels down. 

“Three!” 

You kicked Yrsa in the side, and she lunged forward, taking off so quickly that you had to grab onto the saddle for support. Leaning into her strides, you urged her forward as Loki and Tove entered your peripheral.

 The white horse’s neck was stretched out, legs pounding against the dirt as she began to pass you. Loki, looking princely as ever, was grinning like the devil, his hair furling wildly around his head. 

You weren’t surprised when they passed you, and though you could feel Yrsa trying to keep up, you also got the idea that she was holding back, probably for your own sake. You couldn't fault her for taking care of you, so you decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. 

Loki reached the tree first, spinning in a circle to look back at you. The mare stood at attention, nostrils flaring and ears pricked as she watched the two of you catch up. Pulling back on the reins, you sat tall as Yrsa came to a steady stop, sidestepping slightly before reaching forward to sniff Tove’s muzzle. 

The horses greeted each other, and Loki grinned at you as he swept the hair back from his face. 

“I win,” he smugly announced. 

“I gathered,” you replied, not even bothering to pretend to be annoyed. You were having too much fun. 

“You owe me an embarrassing story.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes. “Give me a minute to catch my breath, will you?”

“Oh alright."

Standing up, he swung his leg around and dismounted so gracefully that you were already cringing at the thought of trying to get off your own horse. This was probably going to go as well as last time. 

As if he’d had the same thought, Loki came to stand beside you and asked, 

“Are your legs working this time, do you think?”

You chuckled nervously.

“Probably not.”

Loki nodded like he’d suspected as much. 

“Well then, good thing you have me.”

“Yeah…” As you tried to figure out the least embarrassing way you could get off of this horse, you weren’t so sure that was true. If you were going to be falling on your ass, you’d much rather do so when no one else was around. 

“Ok,” you began, trying to get your bearings. “Here goes…”

You stood up in the saddle, swinging your right leg behind you and then holding on for dear life as you wrestled your left leg out of the stirrup. Dangling now, you felt Loki’s hands close around your waist a moment before you let go of the saddle. 

He helped lessen the blow of your feet hitting the ground. Unfortunately, you hadn’t anticipated that ground to be so uneven. As soon as you made contact, it was like someone had taken you out at the kneecaps. You completely lost your balance, falling back into Loki. 

“Goddammit,” you grumbled, not even bothering to right yourself as Loki wrapped his arms around your waist. “I was trying to avoid this happening again.”

“What, you winding up in my arms?” Loki purred, leaning over your shoulder. You could practically feel the shit-eating grin on his face. 

“Exactly,” you replied, struggling out of his hold. 

Despite your less than graceful dismount, your legs didn’t feel quite as wobbly as before, and you were able to stand on your own without face planting. 

“Urg, my ass,” you grumbled, reaching back to rub your upper thigh, where you were fairly certain a bruise was forming. 

“Well, it is an excellent ass…”

“Shut up,” you managed, leaning sideways to shove him in the chest. Annoyingly, he barely moved an inch, and you had to stop yourself from tackling him, figuring that the outcome probably wouldn’t be in your favor. 

“What? I’m only speaking the truth,” Loki argued, and you rolled your eyes, trying not to combust on the spot. You absolutely would not give him the satisfaction.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Mm,” he hummed, tilting his head. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before.”

“Well it’s true." Then, glancing around at the horses, you propped a hand on your hip. “So, what do we do now?”

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Loki began to instruct you on how to untack a horse, which was a combination of variables that you never thought you would encounter.

You got the idea that the god was sparing you a lot of details, only going through the very basics, but you still felt a little lost. There were so many names for all the intricate pieces of the saddle and straps that soon your head was spinning. 

“So then you just tuck the girth up here,” Loki hooked it around a metal loop at the base of the saddle so it was out of the way. “And now you’re ready to take it off.”

You glanced up at the large saddle, which was quite literally above your head, considering the height of the horse. Yrsa, who hadn’t moved an inch during this whole ordeal, looked down at you with much patience, but admittedly, not a lot of confidence. Great, even your horse knew you had no clue what you were doing. 

Stretching on your tip-toes, you reached as high as you could and began to tug on the saddle, trying to lift the heavy equipment. 

“Lift it up, don’t pull sideways -- we don’t want to hurt her back.”

“I’m trying,” you grunted, arms beginning to shake. “I… can’t,” you gave up with a huff, falling back a step. “She’s just too tall. No offense,” you patted Yrsa’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m fairly certain she’s not offended,” Loki dryly commented. “No matter. This saddle is probably as heavy as you, anyway.”

You were about to ask him why the hell he’d had you try and take it off, then, when suddenly he reached forward and picked it up like it was made of cardboard. 

“You dick,” you muttered, then laughed as he gave you an offended look. 

“All this name-calling -- you’re lucky I like you, Mouse.”

Even though he was joking, you knew he was right. You were lucky he liked you. 

“I’m just teasing,” you smirked, wanting to clarify even though it probably wasn’t needed. “And I like you, too, so…”

“Yes… which is almost as peculiar as me liking you.” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowing with befuddlement. 

“Well then… we’re just perfect for each other, I guess. Like Jane and Rochester -- two disagreeable people who become slightly more agreeable around each other.” 

The wrinkle between Loki’s eyebrows deepened. 

“I hope I’m not nearly as unkind to you as Rochester was to Jane,” he replied as he carefully removed Yrsa’s bridle. 

“Loki,” you gently insisted. “How many times do we have to go over this: Rochester loved Jane, he just had some shit to work through. And he wasn’t that horrible.”

“No, you’re wrong. He was very horrible. A total dick.”

You had to take a moment to recover from that sentence just coming out of Loki’s mouth. 

“Okay,” you eventually persisted. “Well, I don’t think you’re a dick.”

“You just called me a dick moments ago,” Loki pointed like it would draw your attention to the past. 

“I know. I guess I was just being a dick.”

“This is exhausting.”

“You’re right,” you laughed, scrunching your nose. “This is kind of absurd.”

“I like when you do that,” Loki suddenly murmured, and it took you a moment to register that he’d even said anything at all. By the time you had, he’d turned his back to you and was busy untacking Tove. 

“What?” You asked. Loki didn’t move. “You like when I do what, Loki?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

You take it back: he really was a dick. Even so, you couldn't help but like him.

You watched his back as he untacked his horse, propping the saddle up next to yours. The second he took the mare’s bridle off, both animals began to make their way across the meadow, heads low as they grazed on the lush grass. 

“What if they run off?” You asked, worried about losing them. 

“They won’t go far,” he assured you. 

Content with believing him, you followed Loki over to the tree. A blanket appeared next to the trunk, and he held out a hand to help you sit -- he may be a dick, but he was still a gentleman -- before following, leaning back against the trunk with a sigh. 

The air was starting to warm up, and the sun was creeping its way along the sky. A breeze cooled your skin, but the sunlight kept you from feeling cold. Birds chirped brightly, their songs filling the air, and the grass swayed peacefully. 

It was the closest thing to a perfect day that you could imagine, and you smiled as you turned your face up to the sun, eyes closing blissfully. 

“Mm, it’s so beautiful,” you hummed, your smile deepening. 

“Yes,” Loki softly agreed. 

Glancing over at him, grinning vaguely at how peculiar he was being, you rummaged through your bag, intending to find your book. Instead, you found the apple that you’d thrown inside yesterday morning. 

“I completely forgot about this,” you muttered, pulling it out and making a mental note to split it with the horses later.

“Mm. You know what else you forgot about?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “I believe an embarrassing story is due.”

“Really?” You groaned, rolling your eyes. 

“Uh-huh,” Loki insisted, laughing softly at your dramatic reaction. 

“Uhh, okay, let me think…” Playing with your lower lip, you tried to think back to anything particularly embarrassing that stood out from your childhood. 

It shouldn't have taken very long, but being put on the spot was making your mind go blank.

“Alright… So this one time when I was really little -- like seven or eight, maybe -- my mom and I were at the store. She was doing her shopping and stuff, and told me to wait by the cereal so she could go find something on her list.”

You were surprised to find Loki watching you very attentively, nodding every so often as you spoke. It was kind of adorable. 

“Anyway, so I waited for what felt like an eternity to my little kid brain, and I was getting pretty antsy when all of the sudden, across the aisle, I thought I saw my mom, right? So I run up to her and wrap my arms around her legs, but then the lady looks down and I realize that I’ve just grabbed the legs of a complete stranger. 

And then suddenly there’s my mom yanking me off this woman and being all like ‘what the hell are you doing, I told you to stay put!’ Honestly, she probably made more of a scene than I did. I dunno,” you shrugged. “Don’t really remember much after that, but I guess it was embarrassing since I remember it at all.”

“You were just a child. Your mother shouldn’t have left you.” 

“Yeah, well… she was pretty good at that,” you muttered, laughing joylessly. “But I shouldn’t shit on her. She tried her best, I guess.”

It must have been obvious that you weren’t very convinced because Loki’s face contorted in a rare moment of unconcealed concern. 

“My father,” he hesitantly began, turning to stare out across the meadow where the horses were grazing so he didn’t have to meet your eye. 

“He was… physically present. At least, I always knew where to find him. But yet, I felt like I couldn’t. I would walk into a room and there he’d sit, but he always felt so far away and… lost to me. Mmm.” he shook his head, raising his eyebrows like he’d just come to. 

You tried to imagine young Loki searching for Odin’s love. His affection. His approval. You remembered your own childhood, moments spent wondering when your mother would come home, worried that she wouldn’t. Wondering if you’d done something to push her away. 

“Parents, huh?” You whispered, picking at a frayed thread on your jeans. You’d probably have a hole, soon. 

Loki nodded once, his mouth forming a thin line. 

“Parents."

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bummer,” you shyly admitted.

“You’re not a bummer,” Loki insisted, and it was the first time he’d looked you in the eyes since the both of you had sat down. 

“T… Thanks,” you whispered, getting lost in those deep green eyes. There was such complexity to them, such depth, you felt them stealing your breath away. You were certain that you could stare into them for the rest of eternity and you wouldn't even have a chance at seeing all they had to offer. 

“You’re welcome,” Loki breathed, eyebrows drawing together ever so slightly as his eyes searched yours. Then he shook his head. 

“Strange,” he whispered, almost an afterthought. 

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head again, then cleared his throat. “Uhm… so, what would you like to do today?”

You found the question oddly sweet. There really wasn’t a reason for you and Loki to spend time together, but the god seemed to have decided that you would be, as if it were the only natural thing. It felt like a great honor -- like when a feral cat decides to sit on your lap; something that doesn’t happen often and to very few people. 

“I don’t know. Any suggestions?”

“Mmm,” Loki hummed, playing with his fingers as he thought. “Well, I suppose that depends. Do you want more touristy things, or something a little bit… niche?”

You wrinkled your nose. 

“Not sure I’m in the mood for touristy,” you admitted, and Loki didn’t seem surprised. 

“There’s a lovely bit of forest not far from here. It’s one of the oldest in the area if you’re up for the walk.”

“Yeah, sure,” you grinned, hopping up excitedly. “I love a good forest.”

Loki looked up, narrowing his eyes at you. 

“Oh, shit -- that wasn’t sarcasm, I swear.”

“No, I know,” he replied, shifting so he could stand, but not before you reached down and offered him a hand. 

You weren’t sure why you did it -- it seemed kind of absurd now that you were -- but it just felt… right. 

Giving you a look that was half insulted, half bemused, Loki accepted your hand. His skin felt cold against your own, and if that wasn’t reminder enough, when you tried to haul him to his feet you were once again made aware of his frost giant origin. 

It was like trying to lift a boulder. 

“Dang,” you muttered, stumbling back a little as he stood on his own. The hand still firmly gripping yours was the only thing that kept you from falling on your ass. 

Loki chuckled, a low rumble in his throat, and then pulled you up and propped a solid hand on your arm as if was trying to stick your feet to the ground. 

“We really do need to work on your mobility, love,” he smirked, and you tried to stop your brain from frying at what he'd just called you.

“Well… I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to give me some pointers during our walk."

“Hm,” Loki spun you around and let his hand fall onto your back. “Let’s start with one foot in front of the other, shall we? See how things go from there." 

“Ha ha,” you humorlessly laughed, while also making a very conscious effort not to trip. You’d never be able to live that down. 

“Norns, you’re actually having to focus, aren’t you?” Loki suddenly spoke. The amused grin on his face should have made you feel defensive, but it didn’t. Maybe because his eyes were so soft, and his smile was so genuine. 

“Shut up,” you muttered, smiling yourself. “I can usually walk just fine, but you make me nervous.”

“I make you nervous? Why?” His brow narrowed in that worried way again. You wished he'd stop looking at you like that.  

“Um, well first of all,” you waved a hand, gesturing to… everything about him. He leaned his head back indignantly. 

“And second, it’s your fault that I keep winding up in situations where my legs stop working, so.”

Loki hummed suggestively, and you immediately regretted the life choices that had led you to this moment.   

“Well, you’ve hardly experienced the pleasures of my full treatment. I could show you sometime if you’d like,” he leaned into your shoulder, clasping his hands behind his back. 

“Gross,” you snorted, shoving him in the side. He feigned an insulted gasp. 

“How dare you -- do you know how many mortals would kill for a chance with me?”

“And here you are, offering it up so casually.”

“That’s only because I knew you’d say no,” he argued.

“Oh really? And what if I change my mind?”

Lord have mercy, what the hell did you think you were doing?

“Well… then…” you nearly fell over from the sole fact that Loki was now slightly flustered, not to mention at a loss for words. But of course, not for long. 

“Then I would severely question your state of mind, and ask you if you were feeling alright?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that pickup line before, did you come up with it yourself?”

“Ha,” Loki sarcastically scoffed. “You’re funny. For a mortal…”

“And you’re just oh-so-charming. For a god…”

“I should hope so, darling,” he drawled, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers. 

Then, in an almost fidgety manner, he pulled a hand back out, reaching sideways and picking a purple flower from the high grass that you were walking through. Twirling it between his thumb and pointer finger, he held it out to you, eyes trained in front of him. 

You tilted your head, chest fluttering at the simple gesture. While you’d made a joke of it, he really was sickeningly charming when he wanted to be. It made you feel equally fond as it did cautious. You’d never known how to act around overly flirtatious people. 

But while those you’d encountered back on Earth had usually made you uncomfortable, Loki’s flirting was different. It never made you feel pressured or like you were in any danger. It was just… something he did, and it didn't really have much of an effect on you. 

His thing with flowers, though…. 

Maybe that had a bit of an effect. You just found it very sweet -- such a simple, old-fashioned gesture. It was nice. 

So, grinning like a fool, you carefully took the flower from his hand. Twirling it gently, you admired the little purple and white petals, delicate and, if you looked close enough, almost sparkling in that way that flower petals could in the right light. 

“Thank you,” you replied, voice soft with genuine gratitude. Loki looked up, staring at you for a minute before shaking his head, brushing away your thanks with a shy smile. 

He had so many different smiles to him. They were almost as numerous as the flowers in the meadow, swaying lazily among the big blades of grass. There were showy smiles, ones that he seemed to use when he wanted something. And then there were his fake smiles, extra big and especially charming. 

But he also had little smiles, ones that were soft and hesitant, almost awkward with how unfamiliar they were, like he was trying them out just to see what happened when he did. You wished everyone had the chance to see one of these smiles. You wished he found a reason to try them on more often. 

It was sad, the way that you’d seen so much of Loki already, and you’d only just been kind to him. Not even more than you would have to any other stranger. But that simple act of politeness, the genuine desire to be nice to him, had been enough to get him smiling like he was right now, fingers trailing through the knee-high grass and face turned towards the sunlight. 

How cold must his life have been for such simple things to coax him out of whatever tower he had hidden his heart away in? How cruel had people been that the extension of friendship was such a shock, such an unfamiliarity that it had him opening up like a flower in the sun within just a few days?

It made you wonder what kind of person he could be if people would actually let him. 

“All this thinking you do,” Loki murmured, his voice so soft that you nearly missed it over the sound of the breeze. You couldn’t, however, miss the undeniable affection within it. 

“Sorry, am I being loud again?” You whispered, staring down at the flower in your hand. 

“No. I mean, yes, but please -- don’t apologize.”

Glancing up, you had just opened your mouth to reply when Loki beat you to it. 

“I think we’re here. Look,” he pointed towards the forest to your left. 

You’d been walking along the edge of it for some time now, and from what you could tell, it was densely packed, almost like a fence. But, looking where the god was pointing, you could see a circular entrance formed by the winding curve of branches. It looked like a doorway. 

Loki led you towards it. Leaning inside, he observed a moment before stepping in and holding out a hand. 

“My Lady,” he offered, and you exhaled a quick laugh at the formality. Still, you took his hand and followed him inside.

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In relation to your post on C:320, love your point of Bakugo is actually the best person to call out Deku for the viewing everyone as Extras because he's speaking from experience, because when I first read that bit I did think 'Well that's quite hypocritical mister only uses mildly insulting (at best) nicknames or the exact term extra for everyone'. However given as of C:318 he's still using the term lowfries it feels like it undercuts how powerful that could have been a bit. What do you think?

first off, just to clarify, back in 318 he didn't actually call them "small fries" or "losers" or anything like that; he literally just used a plural form of the word "you" (i.e. "you guys"). it's just that out of the various Japanese words for you (anata, omae, etc.), the one that he used (temee) happens to be the rudest one. but everything Katsuki says is rude, because that's just how he talks. so it really didn't mean anything in this instance.

however, even if he had actually called them extras, tbh it wouldn't have undercut the moment at all in my mind. because the thing is, even if he calls them that, he's not treating them like extras at all. they're his equals. he could have left them all back at U.A. and gone after Deku himself, but he didn't. because he's learned the importance of teamwork, and he's come to trust in his classmates' strength. they've all been working together in perfect sync for the past couple of chapters. he knows when to sit back and let one of them handle something, and he knows when to step in and play his part -- as he did when Deku used Smokescreen.

and that's the thing with Kacchan -- with him, you really do have to look at his actions more than his words, because he often does say things that on the surface appear to be very hypocritical and condescending and insulting. and if his actions even remotely matched what he was saying, he would indeed be the terrible, irredeemable person that so many fans even now still see him as. fortunately, his actions usually do not match up at all, but instead reveal him as the person he actually is -- someone who cares about other people far more than he could ever comfortably acknowledge.

like, please pardon me for going off on an entirely different tangent now, but I feel like the last couple of chapters are really the perfect example of this. it's the contrast between everything he says to and about Deku --

"that damned nerd."

"he's screwed up in the head."

"wow, real inspiring! all hail the mighty inheritor of One for All!"

"do your worst, you All Might wannabe!"

"I guess once you start being able to do anything you try, everyone around you starts to look like an extra, huh?"

-- versus everything his actions tell us about what he actually feels about Deku.

Deku was literally the first person he asked about as soon as he woke up in the hospital.

he completely disregarded the fact that he had been LITERALLY IMPALED THROUGH THE CHEST and was still in a considerable amount of pain, and took off running toward Deku's bedside the second he heard that he hadn't woken up.

as soon as he found out Deku had left, he correctly predicted the exact course of action Deku would take, right down to the actual words that he used.

and upon realizing this, he described it as "the worst scenario I can think of," and immediately leapt into action, taking command of and mobilizing the rest of the class.

he wore a fucking tie for Deku's sake. like what else can you even say. that's true love right there.

he showed up fully prepared to throw down for the sake of dragging Deku back home, even though his wounds aren't fully healed yet.

he immediately saved Deku from the rampaging crowd.

and even while in full insult mode, he couldn't go more than two sentences before making a comment about Deku's wellbeing ("are you smiling now?").

and in fact, let's talk about that last part. because over the last two chapters, Kacchan has thus far made references to Deku being the heir of OFA (which he thinks of as a cursed power), Deku emulating All Might (who has the exact same "never takes himself into account" mindset, according to him), and Deku sneaking off without telling anyone. literally every one of his remarks is actually a comment about the various behaviors that we know he's actually very worried about. in other words, if you look beneath the surface at what he's actually saying, all of these supposed insults lose their bite real fast.

that damned nerd = I'm worried about Deku.

he's screwed up in the head = he never thinks about himself before recklessly leaping into danger and it scares me.

the mighty inheritor of OFA = the latest in a long line of lonely people who all lived harsh lives and ultimately sacrificed themselves for the sake of their mission.

are you smiling now? = what happened to the Deku I knew who never shut up about wanting to save people with a smile?

do your worst, you All Might wannabe = I know you're determined to follow down the same path as All Might -- even if it kills you -- but we're not backing down, and we're not going to leave you.

you didn't even tell us anything before you left = I thought you trusted me enough to know that I would have your back.

I guess once you start being able to do anything you try, everyone around you starts to look like an extra, huh? = you're doing the same thing I used to do, looking down on everyone who you think can't keep up. but when you do that, you lose sight of your own weaknesses. I learned that the hard way and I don't want you to make that same mistake.

anyway, so that wound up being a very long tangent lol. but basically, for my money Kacchan is one of the least hypocritical characters in the series, because most hypocrites are people who say nice things, only to have their hypocrisy revealed through their actions. but Kacchan is the exact opposite. his actions are where he is the most honest. and so yeah, when he says this to Deku in 320, he means it, and he's right, and he should say it.

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The Villain and His Therapist - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"You know, that shade of pink looks lovely on you," Villain purred, descending the stairs to lean against the kitchen counter.

Juliet paused where she was scrambling eggs in a skillet and glanced down at her attire of soft blue pajama pants and oversized grey sweater. "I'm not wearing any pink," she said slowly, lifting her gaze to look at the Villain.

He'd just come down from a shower, dark locks of hair curling over his forehead. He smelled of her green apple shampoo. It made her insides swoop all funny.

Villain's lips tugged into an easy grin as he took one step closer, two. He paused directly in front of her to lift a hand, brushing his knuckles feather-light against her burning cheek.

"I was referring to your blush. It suits you quite beautifully." His voice was liquid gold. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

Remembering herself, Juliet swatted his hand away and covered her cheeks with her palms. "I'm not blushing."

He didn't try to hide the amusement on his face.

"Mm, whatever were you thinking about, Doctor Meadows?" Villain took Juliet's hands to gently pry them away from her face, using the hold on her wrists to pull her closer.

Juliet sucked in a soft breath, looking up at him. The sun streaming through the window caught the highlights of his handsome face and illuminated his dark irises, turning them to molten amber.

"I...was...thinking about how gentle you can be. When you calmed me down that night, you were patient and sensitive; you displayed a lot of empathy and care. I'm really proud of you. You've come a long way."

Villain's grin grew a little softer as he tilted his head to the side, studying her face. The way he looked at her used to make her feel like prey being stalked by a lion. Now...it made her feel like she was the only thing in his universe.

Her stomach fluttered.

Juliet swallowed, continuing. "I imagine it isn't easy for you to be so vulnerable. I'm glad that you feel safe enough with me to be soft."

Villain brushed her fringe away from her face, tapping the side of her head. "That psychologist brain of yours never turns off, does it?"

She smiled sheepishly, gaze dipping down to the floor.

Villain's finger hooked under her chin, lifting it gently. "I never said I didn't like it. You are my therapist, after all."

Villain leaned in closer, eliciting the slightest hitch in her breath. He smiled, relishing her response.

His breath ghosted over her lips, leaving them tingling in anticipation.

"Yours?" she asked softly. Her mouth had gone dry.

"Would you like to be?"

Juliet's thoughts were rarely clear on her face. She was difficult to read under the years of training keeping her steady and prepared. Villain wanted to unpick that artificial calm from her; to map her every reaction. He wanted to watch her sigh and blush and smile...

"The eggs are going to burn," Juliet whispered, watching him.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Villain reached over her shoulder, turning off the stove. In one fluid movement, he turned with her, pressing her back against the counter.

If her cheeks were warm before, they were blazing now. Villain smiled again, this time something so fond it dazzled her senses. The world narrowed to just the two of them, flush together.

Juliet's hands fell against Villain's chest, lightly resting against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She breathed in his scent.

"Villain?"

"Mm?" he murmured, the hum of his voice vibrating against her palms.

"When your brother- What he said about how you feel...about me... Is it true?" She held his gaze, holding her breath.

"My sweet Juliet Meadows." His voice alone was enough to melt her. He took one of her hands with deliberate gentleness and placed a kiss against her fingers. "If only I were brave enough to say it out loud."

"You can say it in other ways," Juliet breathed.

His eyes gleamed.

"Oh I intend to," Villain said softly.

Villain's gaze flicked down to Juliet's lips. He kept one hand on her waist, slotting the other into her hair. He leaned in until their lips brushed. Pausing, he seemed to catch himself, probably remembering Juliet's comments in therapy about the importance of healthy communication.

He smiled again, sharp and beautiful. His warm breath grazed her skin while his thumb traced lazy circles against her jaw. "May I?" he whispered, his lips hovering just barely above hers.

Juliet opened her mouth to answer, and-

The door burst open.

Juliet jolted in surprise, panic shooting through her as she gripped Villain's arms before she caught sight of who was really at the door.

The figure was fitted in a deep red super-suit, a black mask concealing his identity.

She relaxed, releasing a breath through gritted teeth. "Hero?"

"Doctor Meadows," Hero said, relief flooding his expression. "I heard what happened to you on the news and with Supervillain's escape, I knew you were in danger so I-"

His eyes narrowed as he seemed to notice Villain for the first time. "You get away from her," he hissed marching closer, crimson beams of tech-powered energy sparking to life in his palms. "Let her go and get out."

Villain hardened at the sight of him in turn, straightening and pulling out an advanced weapon. "Now that's insulting, at least I was invited inside." His voice was smooth and dangerous. Chilling.

A far cry from the man who had held her close and smiled fondly only moments ago.

Juliet stepped between them, holding up a hand in each direction. "Stop."

"You invited him in? Doctor Meadows, he's Supervillain's brother! He's probably here to finish the job for him!"

"Oh that's rich," Villain interjected. "For all your self-righteous monologues begging me to change, to be better, when I actually try, you can't accept it."

"I'm not willing to bet Doctor Meadow's life on your 'moral awakening,'" Hero spat.

"Hero," Juliet said in the no-nonsense voice her job often required her to use. "Take a deep breath. Villain would never hurt me, you don't need to worry about that."

"He-"

"-is in rehabilitation," Juliet finished for him. "He is my patient, just as you are. He has made tremendous progress, you are in no position to discredit his reformation. I promise you that I am safe with him."

Hero stared, studying the pair. Villain's jaw was clenched, glaring hard at the hero. Juliet touched his shoulder and some of the tension immediately dissolved from him.

Hero extinguished the energy beams in his palms, shifting into a less guarded stance. He regarded them for a second longer.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"You want to prove you have good intentions? Help me find Supervillain and bring him in, for good this time," Hero said. "I can't do it alone."

Villain turned to look at Juliet. She stepped closer, taking his hand as she spoke.

"No. I don't want you to put yourself in a position where your recovery might be compromised again. You're too close to the situation to act rationally, and it would be too much of a trigger for you."

Villain's gaze softened as it landed on her, any hostility in his demeanor vanishing like it had never been there. He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers, leaning in. His thumb dipped down to graze her lips.

Villain kissed her cheek, her chin, the corner of her mouth. He straightened, eyes intent, looking like he wanted to kiss her properly--but not until they were alone.

When time would suspend like frost in the air and the moment would belong solely to the two of them, in the quiet and safety of each other.

Juliet's skin felt cold at the loss of his touch. Dread swirled in the pit of her stomach.

Villain turned to Hero, observing him for a moment before extending a hand to shake. "Deal."

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Just a newbie reaching out. Are there any moments in transformers that made you really emotional?

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A little thing about me is that I don’t actually cry or get emotional at everything when it comes to stories (the only things that have really gotten me have all been a few Pixar movies and one video game called RiME that really messed me up), and I can acknowledge an emotional moment but I won’t necessarily get emotional beyond an “oof that’s rough”. For some reason while I’m easy to be super emotional in some places, in others such as TF, it’s more difficult?? It’s a mystery to me right now 😂

That being said, there haven’t been many moments where I got emotional, but there have been some. Particularly three, from IDW:

Rewind’s death in MTMTE #15 was something I’d unfortunately already been spoiled before reading for the first time, and when I finally read it I wasn’t emotional. However, on my second readthrough, it finally tugged at my heartstrings enough for me to feel a twinge in my gut long after I’d put the book down. It was less about feeling bad for Rewind, and more about feeling bad for Chromedome; after so many boyfriends, he was finally on good terms with one! And before he could say he was sorry for what he did with the needles, it was too late… that was a mega ouch.

The other was Rung’s death and the subsequent aftermath in LL #25, which I found both sad and later on angering! The twist he was Primus and made the Matrix was fun, especially with the hints and all, but him giving up his life to make five of them was both heartbreaking and also stupid. Worse yet, after saving the day, everyone in the main cast ended up forgetting who he was, subsequently eliminating all of his relationships and impact on the characters! I’ve only read LL once but that part was hard to read. I felt so bad for Rung already, sacrificing himself to save everyone, but everyone in turn forgetting him was a gut punch that I really felt. The more I look back on it, the more upset than sad I am. That’s not character assassination, that’s character development assassination :(

Starscream’s fate in Shattered Glass also got to me on the first readthrough, and I’d say it was the most emotional out of all three! The whole first series was basically subtle skystar fanfiction and yeah, yeah that ending got me. Jetfire losing a friend due to his own self interest, realizing his mistakes, but getting Starscream killed before he could fully apologize for leaving him was very heavy. I remember reading it, gaping at the pages, then going “wait what?? He’s dead?? What the heck? No god are you serious??” And yeah while I’ve accepted the CDRW tragedy, the skystar one somehow gets sadder the more I read it over. A lot of it is probably to do with Jetfire’s internal dialogue throughout issue 5 which certainly doesn’t help lol 😭

Other than those two, I can’t think of any particular moments where I got emotional. I acknowledged that many parts were sad (such as Bee in TFP’s finale but I kinda knew what would happen), but not to the level where I felt anything physically. I’ve had some close calls though, which range in level of emotion:

Skids at the end of MTMTE

Pipes’s and Trailcutter’s deaths

A lot of what happened in LSOTW

The end of LL

The TFP season 2 finale, which also slapped hard

The Dinoforce members protecting their leader from Star Saber in Victory

Giga and Mega’s arc and subsequent death in Masterforce

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I’ve been thinking about sorlato a lot lads, not just in my silly self ship either but like them as a unit.

I try not to talk about my thoughts with them as I feel everyones really thought through when writing them as characters & I just kinda slap little thoughts an feelings I have but there’s really nothing to go off of i guess— is the word I’m looking for :’) i think. Aa but I’m trying to get more confident with talking about them.

So hi hello, this will be a pretty damn long wall of word vomit that may or may not be coherent, I’m not good at writing thoughts to words in the best way lol. If you don’t want to read this totally ignore or block me if you need to c: I apologize there’s no read more I’m on mobile & don’t have access to a computer to put one in.

Gelato is Slavic;

I always flip flop between on a specific country a lot there’s a lot of really neat places with individual culture & so on but in general I normally go with Russia. Mostly because as a kid & if I’m being honest now I’ve been really into Russian history|culture|etc so in my head it’s like natural choice.. I guess aha

But I have entertained the idea of maybe Poland or Lithuania, though I don’t know a whole lot about either of those countries, i do think it’d be neat to mmh explore with him i think is the word I’m thinking of ;;;

Sorbet on the other hand;

I’m always torn on because I like the idea of him having mixed heritages. I tend to lean towards maybe middle eastern with European ties that immigrate to Italy when he’s pretty young like I dunno 12 years—

but I also like the idea of him being Ukrainian. I have other thoughts & ideas for him but I tend to flip flop on those alot. Though I am always a huge fan of them both being from the same place, in my normal case with gelato they’d be from Russia.

Maybe because I love older men but I always think of them in their mid to late 40’s;

Sorbet is the older of the two of them with Gelato being 3 years younger then him.

& I always go off of from 2001 normally when I am talking about just them, so that have their birthdates at Sorbet 1952-1956 & Gelato at 1956-1959. I do have birthdays i think they’d been born on but aa yeah.

I think they give off military vibes;

Especially Gelato, though back then when they were growig up you don’t really get a uh choice to join the military or not unless y’know.* I don’t know, i guess. but I do know he holds that hh holds that look in his eyes, there’s a certain look I see when I think of him that just screams to me that he’s seen hidden horrors & was put through a lot that wasn’t just generational trauma or the world around him etc.

Gelato also gives off for a lack of better wording manic energy, that makes him just be way to much for people thats not used to him. he’s able to turn it off in a way, there isn’t a time or place in war for that kinda unbridle energy & for awhile he’d stamp it down but it’s just hard, it’s really hard to keep it down. It’s just a lot to much honestly for a person to handle & I just *know* he wasn’t able to keep it down & it caused something *huge* & horrible to happen an it still haunts him.

Sorbet on the other hand;

While I do think he was in the military for several reasons, I think when I look at him his eyes tell me his thing his thing was already there & near it’s tipping point, when he was eventually in the military just pushed it over.

like gelato he has the generational trauma & y’know the world around him but his thing is not it mmh— it doesn’t affect him outwardly at least to those who don’t know him well enough but those who do know him well enough know how much it eats at him, on the outside he is steadfast & unphased but on the inside it often consumes him.

I want to say to say it has something to do with his family life or maybe something brought up around his community that’s stuck with him. Something that was near the boiling point though before the war took over. I don’t always go the war route for sorbet especially, but gelato also, though that tends to be the biggest thought I have for them.

||* I mean that’s how I always understood it, but don’t quote me please ; v ; ) ||

I really like that sorbet;

gives off the vibes he’s all calm & cool an collected but he is just as chaotic as gelato but he’s not near as like impulsive (??) about it as his husband is. Don’t be fooled by his soft voice & reserved appearance he’s just as ready to cause mayhem.

With this said I do like to think as the years go on they both slow their rolls a bit, i mean they still go absolutely wild but not as wide spread & as often as in their youth. There are exceptions such as their career & in my head they have these certain days as either celebration for things they’ve achieved|survived|etc etc or maybe to have those lost they cared for they cause problems in their memory alive.

Gelato is a given for being out there & I say that affectionately but;

the idea of people seeing sorbet doing something considers out of the ordinary, at the very least to them is out there, just sparks a joy in my heart & never fails to make me laugh. Like I don’t have a whole lot of thoughts on this it’s just something I think about a bit that varies a lot but still is just very silly.

The only other thought I have is, I definitely know they have a couple shared hobbies that people are always confused as to why sorbet is doing them also. But jokes on them he’s the one who got gelato into it & it’s now a shared an beloved thing to do together.

And I do hope it’s ok to add this, I’ve seen others headcanon this also though they actually had it;

But I like to think gelato has adhd or at the very least something within that spectrum. Now I don’t know a whole lot about adhd but from what little I do & from what I understand he’s definitely in that area.

This one I can’t explain it well or at least coherently enough for others;

Sorbet deals with lots of guilt that’s not even his own but he carrys & holds it as if it’s his own. I just hh It’s just a feeling I have for him. I also think dealt with other heavier things but I do not have any like solid ideas it’s just a feeling I got.

Something that I love about these two;

Is they have the kind of relationship where they just hold genuine love for one another.

It’s not exaggerated nor is it something you hold secret resentment towards. I am not saying they didn’t have issues or problems in the years they’d even together, but what I’m trying to say is they are able to actually work through it & not have it be held against one another.

They hold honest to god adoration for one another & there’s more feelings but I am dreadful with putting soft sappy feelings into words but it has me crying over it thinking about it ; v ; ) *

||* I won’t fully rewrite this above but I wanted to clarify that their relationship isnt the full, what i refer to as puppy love, but as the years go on they’re just content to exist with each other with that soft joy that you get with spending time of your loved ones. But what I was trying to say but aa missed their relationship with one another is very healthy one & problems they may have are worked through c: hope that will clear it up~!!

I can’t remember who said this one :’) but to whoever said it I love you sm;

I think about this a lot like the mental image of Gelato playing the guitar but not singing very well or supposedly, but sorbet just being all heart eyes over him, is just magical & I hold it dear to my heart. Honestly same, same gelato lol.

The rest of these are just silly things with little thought behind them;

- Sorbet has a pollen allergy, it’s horrible & sucks for him but shh he do be lookin kinda cute

- Gelato used to be able to be super flexible like not quite contortionist level but pretty damn close

- They both have a stick n poke tattoo they gave eachother, sorbet has the sun & gelato has the moon so when they hold hands it looks like they interlock

- Sorbet is good at slight of hand like crazy good at it, mostly used for gambling but he’s totally used it to get out of sticky situations

- They both have a shared garden. Sorbet is really good at growing vegetables & other things of that nature. Gelato has a beautiful flower garden that he’s incredibly proud of

- Sorry if you’ve gotten this far but I legally have to assign a character this & Gelato just in my head screams he can open beer bottles an the such with his teeth. It’s a pretty damn impressive trick especially back when he was younger, but god is it bad for the teeth lol*

||* I knew a person irl who could do this way back when I was a little kid & I’m still like super impressed by it to this day. Like damn Will really could do that huh. But no I jokingly give at least 1 or more characters I adore this trick. For context :P

Last thought cause ive been writing this for a solid 4 hours now & I can still go on but I recognize I need to stop myself lol

These are what I imagine their voices/etc sounding like least the best I can put into words;

Sorbet when speaking talks with a lilt to his voice, kinda like sing-song with his accent that you can still kinda hear from leftover years. It’s really soothing to listen to normally, but can also be eerie for a unlucky victim.

If you’re lucky enough to witness this, when he gets excited or really happy about something his voice will momentarily reach a really high pitch that just has this sound to it you can like *feel* the joy he’s feeling before dropping back to normal his face gets really red when he realizes he made the sound, it’s really endearing.

His laugh if he’s doing his real one, he gives off the vibes to have what I call the polite laugh you do, starts quiet & slow then just kinda explodes. 100/10 you need to hear it. I also think he could have what I also call a sleepy kinda laugh he’ll do at times also.

Gelato when he talks is very distinct kind of voice, like how you can hear some actors/singers/people’s voice & just *know* it’s that person. It’s very rough sounding like gravel & has low rumble that you can, in a way, feel. Has a noticeable accent but doesn’t necessarily get in the way but you know this is a second language at least.

Not uh necessarily a voice thing but also kinda is, does that thing I adore when people forget a word in one language so they try to either explain it to you in vague ways in the language or they just start muttering to themselves in their native language trying to figure it out. Absolutely shouts it a little to loud at you with a triumphant smile when he remembers the word.

His laugh, depends who you are, can be the worst fucking thing or it’s oddly lovable. It’s like a rusty hyena that comes from deep in his chest & at points will rise high then drop lower it’s just all over the place. He definitely has a squeal to it when he gets really into something that makes him overly happy & amused, honest to god sorbet and me shh thinks it’s just the most adorable thing ever.

[sylvie-writes]

So Confused

word count: 1433

pairing: dad!steve rogers x wife!reader x sarah rogers

summary: steve and sarah get you a gift yet your husband is a bit confused as to what it is.

a/n: this is a birthday gift to myself hehe. i meant to get this out earlier but life happened lol.

please excuse mistakes this was written on mobile. the writing is very straight forward because i am tireddd.

For days on end Steve had been on mission. Not one for the Avengers, but rather for personal reasons per se. He was on the hunt for the perfect birthday gift for you. In the past he had always had no trouble but that was during the honeymoon phase and felt it was about time to step up his game, ever since your daughter had been born, that is. This year he has absolutely no clue what to get, but luckily he could enlist the help of his mini me who had the perfect gift in mind.

The two of them had snuck out this morning while you were still sleeping. Unfortunately they had to wait until the day of your birthday to get your gift because in the past you’ve had a knack for unintentionally finding the hidden presents.

-

“Are you sure this is it, little doll?” Steve and Sarah were standing in the middle of the home appliance store looking thoroughly confused by a cardboard box. The man’s hands were on his hips while his daughter mimicked the action.

“I’m sure, Daddy!” Sarah went to go wrap her arms around the large box since it was at her level, but it was heavier than she had intended it to be and instead looked up to her dad for help. He easily scooped it up as if it were a piece of paper.

“Well, if you are sure this is it, what is it for?” In one hand Steve held the white and green cardboard box and rested it against his waist while the other hand held Sarah’s hand to keep her close. As they walked to the checkout line, Steve’s eyes scanned over the big bold letters on the box that read “Roomba.”

“Silly Daddy! It’s a rowbot vacooooom.” The smaller blonde giggled at her dad’s confused face and he moved his gaze to look down at her with a goofy smile.

“Next!” The cashier called them next in line and Sarah broke away from her dad to run up to the lady and greeted her while Steve followed suit.

Mumbling under his breath he picked up his pace, “Wow, times really are changing.”

-

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!” Two lovely voices awoke you and a little girl jumped on the bed to snuggle up as a larger man sat beside you on the edge.

You greeted them both in return with a kiss to their cheeks before Sarah was readily sitting criss cross in your lap. Her tiny hand gave you a white envelope that had been colored in almost every color crayon you can imagine. In the child’s best handwriting, written in squiggly letters was your name along with a disproportionate heart that made you giggle. It was the kind of artwork that a parent valued because it was their child’s and not since it looked like Davinci’s art, heavens knew it was anything but that.

Opening the card made your heart melt as you read the wording in the card, ones in Steve’s expert cursive but Sarah’s own words. Steve’s handwriting was so elegant and old fashioned. You loved when he wrote anything for you, whether that be a note telling the dishes were clean or a letter he sent when off for work.

A tiny tear pricked at the corner of your eye for Sarah’s letter was so sweet and endearing, especially for such a young girl. You couldn’t have gotten a better kid. With much love, you pulled her into your arms and pressed messy kisses that tossed up her hair and made her laugh.

Next, Steve crawled into the bed a bit more when you scooted over for him. He handed you his own card that was, in fact, a letter written on fancy cream stationery with gold foil. It accented the jet black ink of the pen and the smooth strokes that came from Steve’s penmanship.

In his letter were words of appreciation to you for being the loving woman, wife and mother you were. You could tell it was straight from his heart. Steve was always so genuine and you loved him ever so for that.

Not even a second after you put the letter down and pecked Steve’s lips was Sarah excitedly clapping her hands.

“Momma! We got you a present!”

You cocked your head like an intrigued puppy.

“Oh really? What did you get, baby?”

She shook her head, “That’s not how it works, silly goose! Daddy has to get the gift and then you can open it!” Her words didn’t hold any malice or demand, just lots of excitement for giving a gift, that she knew was perfect, to her mom.

Steve quickly got up and returned in no time to your bedroom and placed a huge box wrapped in unicorn paper (Sarah’s doing) in your lap as your daughter had moved to the side.

She watched with much interest as you opened the paper slowly and your jaw dropped when you saw the box. Sarah was relieved to see your reaction.

Inside your box, it was a robot vacuum, something you had been dying to get as there was just not enough time to clean the house by yourself. Even with Steve and Sarah’s help, it was a constant struggle and this little device would help quite a bit.

You let out an excited squeal yourself, something that Sarah often did, and you launched yourself at Steve who was now standing at the bedside.

“Oh Steve! Thank you! I love you so much, I will literally have your babies. You surely know a way into my heart.” A million kisses were placed on his lips and he shook his head before you continued to shower him in affection. Actually, Steve was struggling really hard to not laugh and get the words of truth out.

“It wasn’t all me, sweetheart. It was really your daughter!”

You turned to your daughter and goofily ran over to her with open arms. Scooping her up off the bed you sound around with her in your arms.

Setting down Sarah, you returned back to Steve.

“You must think I’m so crazy, getting excited over a vacuum. God, I’m getting so old.” You made a sound of disgust towards the end and Steve laughed.

“If anyone in this house is old, it’s me. (Y/n) I don’t even know what this thing really does.” Steve widened his eyes for extra effect and you were shocked that he didn’t know. After all, he worked with technology far more advanced than this yet a cell phone could stomp him. He was such an old man and you never stopped teasing him about it. You were relentless with your jokes but Steve enjoyed them nonetheless.

“Oh, well, it’s a vacuum that goes around the house on its own. Y’a know so we don’t have to spend an hour every day doing it ourselves.”

He opened his mouth in awe while you both watched Sarah unpack the box.

“Ma would love this. I remember how bad she wanted a vacuum, just a simple one cost more than our grocery spendings.”

You intently listened to Steve’s short story of how his father had saved up to get his mom a vacuum for her birthday and you smiled at the irony of the recollection. Here their son was, doing almost the same thing for his own wife.

“Times have changed so much, darling, and I’m so glad I have you here to help,” Steve unwrapped his arm from your waist and instead turned to place his hands on your face.

“You are always so patient with me, I just love you so much.” With that, your husband kissed you slowly and for what seemed like minutes. That was until Sarah started to noisily take the styrofoam from that box that you both pulled away and turned to her.

She was awfully excited over the vacuum herself and you found it hilarious. Sarah caught you both glancing at her and waved you over to help with the styrofoam that was crumbling and looking like snow on the bedspread. No one wants to do laundry, let alone on their birthday so you both rushed over to prevent the mess from growing.

After setting up the device, you taught Steve how to work the vacuum from his cell phone, Sarah scrambled through a list of names and you found loads of entertainment in both of them. They were quite the pair and you were so glad to have them in your life, especially on your birthday

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Coney Island

Hi friends! I appreciate all the love and response I’ve gotten for my writing over the past week or so. You guys sure know how to make a gal feel loved! This is another little idea that came one night when I was screaming to a good friend of mine (which is how a lot of my ideas come to me lmao) about how pre-serum 1940s Steve deserves the best. It’s not necessarily my best work, but Steve Rogers deserves some love too. I hope you guys enjoy! Also please feel free to let me know what you guys would like to see me write next :) Enjoy! xo

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader

Word count: 1895

Warnings: swearing and bad attempts at being funny lol

a/n: this was uploaded on mobile because I’m at work tonight so if it looks funky I apologize! I’ll try to fix it after I finish my 3 night stint lol.

As the sun began to set and the hot July air began to cool, Steve couldn’t believe the situation he’d found himself in yet again.

“Come on, pal,” Bucky chuckled as he pat his friend roughly on the shoulder, “I’ve never met someone who was this upset to meet up with a couple of beautiful ladies.”

“What? And somehow be the third wheel on a double date again?” Steve quipped back at his long time friend.

Bucky replied with a roll of his eyes and waved off his friend, turning his body toward the Coney Island parking lot to see if he could find the girls they were supposed to be meeting.

Steve regretted that he sounded so bitter, but these “double dates” that Bucky dragged him on were somewhat of a joke. It was always the same song and dance. The girl who Bucky was attempting to court would bring a friend, either for moral support or to try and set her up, and that friend would always be wholly disappointed when she saw that Steve was who she was stuck with. Steve knew that not every girl had to like him, of course, but occasionally it would be nice to be as sought after or wanted as Bucky was - or at least to not be looked through by every girl he met.

“There they are,” Bucky grinned, raising his arms above his head to signal the two, “over here!”

Steve took a deep breath and prepared himself for the inevitable look of disappointment that he had become so accustomed to. Instead, as he turned he was met with a stunning pair of eyes and a soft smile splayed across the most incredible pair of lips he’d ever laid his eyes on. Seeing you made him feel like all the air had been forced out of his lungs and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t catch his breath. The only other time he remembered experiencing the sensation was after a particularly bad time that he had gotten the living hell beat out of him in the alleyway - except this time, it was a good feeling.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.” You said, your voice soft and warm - like honey.

There’s no way that could be a blush on your cheeks, right?

“Well, we already got our tickets,” Bucky’s voice brought Steve back to the present, “so what do you say we head in?”

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For the first time in, well, forever, Steve actually found himself enjoying the evening. The small talk didn’t feel stiff or forced, you never recoiled at any of the accidental touches throughout the night, and you actually looked him in the eyes when you were having a conversation. If you were disappointed in being stuck with Steve, you hid it pretty well.

The unrelenting sun had finally set and the colorful lights of various rides and booths reflected off of the water. You had been on a couple rides, enjoyed some hot dogs and funnel cakes, and now the group of you had been sucked into one of those carnival game booths. Bucky was attempting, as usual, to show off for your friend by trying to win her a stuffed animal.

“Would you like to take a walk or something?” Your voice captured Steve’s attention as he turned to look at you. You grinned a little before adding, “It’s kind of sickening to stand here and watch them act like this.”

Steve was caught off guard, both at the jab directed to your friends and the fact that you would even consider being alone with him.

“I, uh, yeah, sure, we could do that,” he nodded quickly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

You smiled and started down the boardwalk.

This is too good to be true, right? He thought to himself. She’s obviously just trying to be nice.

“Steve?” your voice cut through his doubts. He hadn’t even realized that you made it several feet away from him and he was still planted in the same spot.

“Oh! Yeah, coming! Sorry!” Steve blushed as he hurried to catch up with you.

The two of you walked side by side for a few minutes, an oddly comfortable silence lingering between you.

“How are-”

“Have you-”

Steve’s eyes met yours as you both began to speak simultaneously and you shared a laugh together. Steve could feel the warmth rising in his face and he hoped to God that he wasn’t blushing like an idiot.

“You first,” he smiled softly.

“I was just going to ask how long you and James have known each other?” you asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

And there it was.

To anyone else the question would seem innocent, but Steve knew better. You had only drawn Steve away so you could question him about his friend - the same way every other person before you had done. There was a heat building inside Steve’s stomach. How could he be so stupid? How could he actually believe that someone like you could be interested in someone like him?

“T-the only reason I ask is,” you blurted, sounding...nervous? “well, because the two of you are so different. I mean, not in a bad way! Just like, James is so...cocky and loud and you’re...well you’re not.”

Steve stopped walking and looked at you. His thoughts were racing through his brain like a freight train. What exactly were you trying to say?

“God I'm so bad with words,” you laughed, shaking your head, “just forget I said anything at all.”

“You don’t have to feel bad for me, you know. If that’s what this is.” Steve couldn’t hold back the words, and they sounded much colder than he meant them to. He was just so tired of living in his friend’s shadow. The only time girls were ever nice to him was because they wanted to impress Bucky. He was sure that’s what you were doing too.

Once he noticed your brows furrow and a look of sadness overcome your face, he wanted nothing more than to rewind time and take his words back.

“Is that the type of person you think I am, Steve?” Your voice came out a little shaky, but Steve could still hear the hurt he had caused.

Steve sighed and rubbed his face.

“I’m sorry,” he started as his hands fell from his face and he met your gaze again, “I’m just...I’m not used to this.”

“And what exactly is this?” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Someone on these double dats being interested in me.”

He could tell that his words caught you off guard. You were quiet and your arms slowly fell to your side. Steve was having trouble reading your expression, but it looked somewhere between someone who saw a puppy left on the side of the road and someone who was trying to understand a foreign language.

“Just...Just forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry.” Steve waved his hand, as if he was trying to dismiss the conversation.

What he didn’t expect was for your hand to intertwine with his.

Steve’s gaze lingered on your connected hands for a minute before traveling to meet your eyes.

“You’re not very good at this, Rogers.” You said with a small laugh, “Here I was, thinking I was being too obvious.”

“I-I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Steve slowly responded.

You laughed again, the sound slowly becoming one of his favorites. Before he knew what was going on, you were pressed flush against him and capturing his lips with yours.

This would make the third time Steve had felt the wind be knocked from his lungs.

The kiss was slow, soft, and unlike any other he had ever experienced. It reminded him of the time his dad told him how he knew his mom was the one.

Well, when we kissed it felt like the rest of the world melted away. At that moment in time, it was just her and I.

A shiver ran down his spine as the warmth of your lips left his. As though he was drunk or coming out of a haze, it took him a moment to open his eyes and focus his vision back on you. There was a cute pinkness to your cheeks and you had a doe-eyed expression. It took a moment for the heartbeat in his ears to fade away - the joyful screams of park patrons and whirring of machinery returning.

“I like you, Steve,” You told him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “In fact, I've liked you for a while.”

You watched as Steve’s adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.

“You,” Steve cleared his throat as the word came out as a squeak, “you do?”

That smile he adored returned to your lips as you nodded, “I do.”

Before he had an opportunity to respond, you were speaking again.

“I see you at school, you know, around town too. I’ve always noticed how kind you are to everyone. The way you hold the door open for the old ladies at Church. That one time you gave Johnny your lunch because his parents forgot to pack him one?” the smile on your face growing bigger as you recounted the times in which you fell for Steve Rogers, “I mean, what’s not to like.”

Steve felt an asthma attack coming on.

“James is nice and all,” you leaned in then, as if you were telling a secret, “but he’s also kind of a bastard.”

Steve couldn’t hold back the laugh that tumbled from his lips and you quickly joined him. This felt like some sort of twisted dream to him - you standing here, confessing your feelings to him. Never in a million years did he think someone as beautiful as you would even talk to him, let alone have feelings for him.

“Obviously I’m kidding, but in all honesty... you are one of the best men I’ve ever met, Steve. I’m sorry that any one has ever made you feel less than.” You squeezed his hand again.

This time it was Steve who initiated the kiss, holding your face between his hands as he moved his lips against yours. Your hands found a place on his waist and your bodies slotted against one another - like they were two puzzle pieces made to fit into one another. You tasted sweet, like funnel cake, and your lips were soft against his slightly chapped ones. Steve hadn’t kissed very many people in his lifetime, but if this were the last kiss he got to have - he could die a happy man.

“Ahem,”

The two of you separated to see your friend, holding a huge stuffed bear, and Bucky standing before you, grinning like fools.

“Are we interrupting something?” Bucky mocked the two of you, sending a wink to Steve.

“Shut it, Buck.” Steve warned, although he couldn’t help but grin back at his friend.

“Come on, lovebirds” Bucky teased, “my girl here wants to ride the ferris wheel again.”

You smoothed out your dress and smiled at Steve, lacing your fingers once again with his as the two of you followed your friends toward the ferris wheel.

For once, Steve was going to have to thank Bucky tomorrow.

[athenasbloodyspear]

Don’t Make Me Beg Now Baby

Chapter 9: A Change Is Gonna Come

Edit: bc the world hates me and tumblr confuses me, the formatting is literally illegible on mobile. I would recommend attempting to read this on ao3 if you’re on a phone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34306111/chapters/92731393

Chapter Warnings: none

Hi all. Struggled with the formatting of this one for a long time sorry it took a while lol. Thank you so much for all the love! I know i’m not the most active on here but i do check in from time to time and you all make the hard days so much better. Thank you. 

Taglist: @dogwithabird

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August 4 - 8pm

IMG.597

I think she misses you guys a little bit.

                                                                  August 5 - 3pm 

                                                                  Hey sorry late night at the studio and                                                                       then i passed out until now. She’s so                                                                        cute!! Give her a hug. 

                                                                  August 18 - 4pm 

                                                                  Hey. Thinkin of yah. How’s it going?

                                                                    August 21 - 11pm

                                                                  IMG.127

                                                                  plz convince me not to kill him right                                                                        now 

August 22 - 7am

Omg i really hope you didn’t kill him

                                                                  August 22 - 1pm 

                                                                  IMG.128 

                                                                  Unfortunately he lives another day 

August 22 - 5pm 

Mave “laughed’ at an image

Sept 5 - 3pm 

Happy Labor Day! I hope you guys got a 

day off or something!

                                                                  Sept 5 - 5pm 

                                                                  Mave is unavailable to facetime. 

Sept 6 - 7am

Omg i’m sorry I missed ur call. I was drunk 

waterskiing lol 

                                                                  Sept 6 - 3pm 

                                                                  Wish I could have seen it 

Sept 6 - 8pm 

MP4.365

It was quite something.  

                                                                  Sept 7 - 2am 

                                                                  Jake “laughed” at a video 

Sept 7 - 6am 

Damn late night? 

                                                                  Sept 7 - 6:01 am

                                                                  Why are you up so early? 

Sept 7 - 6:02am

Why are you STILL up? 

                                                                  Sept 7 - 6:05am

                                                                  Shhhhhh 

                                                                  Sept 18 - 2pm

                                                                  Morning! Haven’t heard from you in a                                                                        bit. You good? 

Sept 18 - 7pm 

I’d hardly call 2pm morning 

But yes. V good. Lots of shows at 

The Edge lately so i’ve been busy

working on the sound systems

Hows the album? 

                                                                  Sept 19 - 1am

                                                                  Great. Almost done. We’re probably                                                                   gonna tour battle first and maybe drop                                                                   the album while we’re touring? 

                                                                  Oh. This is all confidential intel btw.

Sept 19 - 7am

Duh. not my first rodeo bucko

Sept 27 - 12pm

IMG.546

Levi hung some prints from this summer

up today :) 

                                                                  Oct 1 - 11pm

                                                                  Wait shit idk why i didn’t see these                                                                        before. They look great! The guys love                                                                   em too

Oct 2 - 8am

:) 

                                                                  Oct 20 - 7pm 

                                                                  IMG.035

                                                                  I cannot take these idiots anywhere 

                                                                  Oct 22 - 4pm 

                                                                  How’s it goin? 

                                                                  Nov 1 - 11pm 

                                                                  I’m triple texting bc I haven’t heard                                                                   from you or Levi in a bit and got nervous.                                                                   You okay? 

Nov 2 - 8am

Yes! sry. The club is really busy atm

one of the local favs is back in town

so we’re helping them record new stuff :) 

Hope album is going well!

                                                                                                                                      Nov 2 - 2pm

                                                                  Damn maybe we should just come                                                                   finish stuff there.

                                                                  Nov 18 - 5am

                                                                  IMG.497

                                                                  They’re making us go to LA now :( 

Nov 18 - 6am 

Shush. You had fun recording there 

last time 

                                                                  Nov 18 - 6:05am

                                                                  :( 

                                                                  Taking off. I’ll txt when we land. :) 

Nov 18 - 6:08am

Fly safe!! 

                                                                  Nov 24 - 4pm 

                                                                  Happy Thanksgiving! Thankful for u. :) 

                                                                  Oh also we landed safe lol 

                                                                  LA is so busy 

Nov 25th - 2am 

Figured since i didn’t see any airplane

crash reports.

Thankful for u too <3 

                                                                  Dec 15 - 11pm 

                                                                  MP4.186

                                                                  A Christmas carol for u directly from                                                                   Josh 

Dec 16 - 8am 

Mave “laughed” at a video 

                                                                  Dec 25 - 1pm 

                                                                  IMG.769

                                                                  Merry Christmas. <3 We miss you.

Dec 25 - 2pm 

IMG.307

Us girls miss you too. <3 Merry Christmas! 

Jan 1 - 12am                                                                   Jan 1 - 12am

Happy New Year!!                                                                   Happy New Year :)

 Jan 1 - 12:01 am

Omg jinx 

                                                                  Jan 1 - 12:02am

                                                                  hahaha 

Jan 20 - 2pm 

IMG.313

I found this stuck in the beams above

the booth. Care to explain yourselves? 

                                                                  Jan 21 - 1am 

                                                                  We plead the fifth. 

                                                                  Feb 2 - 6pm

                                                                  Finally wrote everything. Just laying                                                                   down masters and then we should be                                                                   good

Feb 3  - 8am 

CONGRATS!!!! Soooooo beyond proud 

of y’all 

                                                                  Feb 3 - 12pm 

                                                                  :) 

                                                                  Feb 21 - 2pm 

                                                                  What are you doing this summer? 

                                                                                                                                      Feb 24 - 3pm 

                                                                  Jake “emphasized” a message 

Feb 24 - 6pm 

Sorry!! The usual. Running the club

and the store. idk… why?  

                                                                  Feb 25 - 2pm 

                                                                  Just curious ;) 

Feb 25 - 8pm 

???

                                                                  Feb 25 - 11pm 

                                                                  Can’t spill yet but will soon 

                                                                  March 10 - 9am 

                                                                  How are you? 

                                                                  March 16 - 12pm 

                                                                  I’m back bc you never answered and I                                                                   want to know

                                                                  Sam demands a Stacy update too 

March 17 - 6am

IMG.095

A sleepy girl for sammy :) 

Doing good! Busy busy busy

playing more :) writing stuff too! 

                                                                  March 18 - 11am 

                                                                  Can i hear? 

March 18 - 4pm 

No way am i bothering a legit 

rockstar with my stuff lol 

                                                                  March 18 - 5pm 

                                                                  c’mon it’s me 

March 19 - 7am 

still a no

Maybe if you ever come back to MI ;) 

                                                                  March 19 - 11am

                                                                  Tryin 

March 19 - 1pm

Omg i’m kidding. I’m glad things are goin

well!!!  

                                                                  March 19 - 7pm 

                                                                  I’m not 

                                                                  Kidding that is 

                                                                  March 31 - 11am 

                                                                  Stacy update? -sam 

April 2 - 3pm 

IMG.687

For sam xoxo 

                                                                  April 10 - 5am

                                                                  Whatcha doin this week?  

April 10 - 7am 

Workin. Playing with some friends 

at some point

Wait why were you up at 5am? 

                                                                  April 10 - 11pm 

                                                                    No reason ;) 

[killemwithkawaii]

First!!

I’m not sure I sent it already but just to be safe! Can I have Sally and the gang react to finding out that thier goofy yet sweet crush has wings? Kinda like Angel wings but they never knew cause she always hid it with bandages? I got the idea from “ after dark “ by asian kung-fu generation. I like to see that the reader lend a helping hand or wing...like give them a ride if they are late to some place or just want a flight ride for fun XD and use her wing to shield her friends or crush from the rain if they forgot thier umbrella, letting them rest their head on her wings if tired? And reacting to her crash landing into trees since she’s bad at landing lol I hope this was ok.

The Gang finding out their s/o has wings-

Ashley~

She's of course shocked at first, but once that wears off, the first thing the resident dare-devil of the four horsemen would want to do is have her [s/o] take her for a ride. [S/o] was nervous to have such precious cargo with them as they flew, insisting it was much too risky for their clumsy self to carry her, but Ash was relentless and eventually wore them down when she really turned on the charm and promised for a hundredth time to hold on tight. She had thought the ultimate rush could be found on some especially twisted roller coaster, or driving her motorcycle at breakneck speed down an empty highway, but absolutely nothing compared to the unbridled elation of soaring through the air while wrapped in her lovers arms. (The additional dose of adrenaline from the less-than-graceful landing was just a bonus)

Larry~

Once he picks his jaw up off the floor, he immediately grabs his sketchbook and gets to work in capturing the newly-divulged beauty of his partner. He'd drawn them plenty of times before, but the reveal had him seeing [s/o] in a whole new light. He ends up sketching them all night in every pose and angle he can think to ask them to strike before the implications of [s/o]s anatomy start to finally sink in: He had considered himself cursed since that fateful day in his childhood, when he committed a horrible sin and was touched by what he swore was a demon. He had been so focused on the negative, in the reality of evil and the torment it had bestowed on him for his transgressions, that he had never considered that there was another side to the coin- If demons were real, then why would a divine counterpart be so far-fetched? He slowly put his sketchbook aside and approached [s/o], his eyes filling with tears before dropping to his knees before them. He clutched their hands and looked up at them in awe. He always knew [s/o] was special. He hadn't admitted it out loud, wanting to avoid sounding corny, but from the moment he had first met them, he felt they were meant to be together. He thought that maybe he had found a soulmate, but had never considered that he had found an angel, his angel, until the evidence was in the flesh before his eyes. It was the first time he had openly wept in front of them. [S/o] knelt and held him tightly, letting him cry in their shoulder until his sobs slowly subsided. In that moment, wrapped in his partners warm wings and loving embrace, Larry finally, at last, felt truly at peace...

Todd~

He looks more puzzled than [s/o] had ever seen him. He quickly approached and began to examine [s/o], lightly prodding at the point where their wings meet their back, gently testing the mobility of the joint and combing through their feathers, wondering aloud about skeletal and muscular structure. He begins asking questions rapid-fire, his curiosity obviously peaked by the unexpected reveal: "Were you born like this? Are you capable of flight? Do you molt? Do you have any other anatomy more similar to birds than humans?" The list went on and on and on. He's was absolutely fascinated! He took page upon page of notes while examining [s/o]s wings and ended up going on a week-long research bender at the library, checking out every book he can find on convergent evolution, evolutionary biology, human and bird anatomy, legends and myths about winged humans, and a few books on avian care and husbandry for good measure. [S/o] ends up learning a lot about themselves in the process of his research, and finds it's really nice to finally be able to fold their wings around Todd while cuddling up to him when he falls asleep at his desk while reading late at night.

Sal~

Sal is at first speechless- it felt rather odd for him to be on this end of a reveal. Normally he's the one getting exposed, ready for all manor of invasive questions and putting up emotional shields in case of rejection, but this time, it was his partner baring all to him. When he didn't immediately react, [s/o] became a little self-conscious. They wondered if it was too soon to share their secret and apologized for springing this on him without much of a warning. They offered to put their bandages back on and quietly assured Sal that it was alright if this was a deal breaker- finding out your partner wasn't exactly a normal person is a lot to handle, and they didn't want to burden him more than he already was. This snapped Sal out of his shock. He tripped over his words some, but managed to assure [s/o] that that wasn't the case at all- on the contrary, he felt incredibly privileged to be trusted with this kind of thing. He knew first-hand how hard it was to open up to others and show your real self to them. He only allowed his closest friends and family to see him as he truly was, and despite knowing deep down that they loved him and would never spurn him because of his physical differences, it was still really hard to take that leap of faith with someone. He took their hand and genuinely thanked [s/o] for sharing such a personal thing with him, once again emphasizing that they never had to hide anything from him and that knowing them as they were could never ever be a burden or change how he felt about them (and also that the wings made them look really, really, really, really awesome).

[renjuseyo]

I'm the one that ask about poly. I want to make request now if you're okay with it about male reader jihoon and seungcheol. Seungcheol being jealous when reader babied jihoon even though Seungcheol get it most of the time. While jihoon hate it when reader doing that but only whine and do nothing at all. Reader didn't stop because he know Jihoon enjoy it and also watching Seungcheol pouting and making a fuss is one of his entertainment.

pay attention to me ; s.coups & woozi

group: seventeen

pairing: choi seungcheol / lee jihoon / reader (male)

synopsis: just because seungcheol’s dating you two doesn’t make him less jealous when you direct your attention to jihoon, even if he always receives your pampering.

genre: fluff

i hope you liked this anon! i think this is a very cute prompt, and i had fun playing with jicheol’s dynamics. i kind of lost inspo if you couldn’t tell though lol... anyways, feedback is always appreciated!! ^^

age order goes as: seungcheol > reader > jihoon

jihoon: i won’t be home until late, so don’t wait up for me [11:58 PM]

that was sent to you and seungcheol four hours ago. seeing how seungcheol had gotten off work at a decent time (if you consider ten-thirty decent) compared to usual, you had assumed it would be the same for jihoon, too. apparently not.

normally, by the time the clock strikes three am, you would be fast asleep, squished between seungcheol and jihoon. but instead, you’re parking your car outside of the pledis building, with seungcheol struggling to stay awake in the passenger seat. “you know, i could’ve driven here instead,” the older offers, yawning.

you roll your eyes, pushing your door open. “don’t be ridiculous. you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’ve worked all day. driving is the least i could do.”

you two step out of your car. after locking it, you begin walking towards the studio. the dim glow of the lamp posts and the faint twinkle of the stars are your only guides to the entryway, and you’re reminded once again just how late it is when you take in your surroundings. not a single sound can be heard, and the sky above you is blanketed black. what in the world is jihoon doing so late?

(well, there’s only one thing he could be doing this late. but most importantly, why? the members of seventeen are supposed to have the weekend off, so he has plenty of time to finish up any projects.)

once seungcheol unlocks the door, you two trudge inside, yawning. it takes a few minutes for you both to find jihoon’s studio, but it isn’t hard to spot. in the dark hallway, there’s only one room lit up, with a blue, fluorescent light splashing its walls. you glance at the small window, and just as you had suspected, your boyfriend is perched on his chair, hunched over his desktop.

luckily his door isn’t locked, so seungcheol twists the doorknob and pulls it open. the intrusion startles jihoon, evident by the way he flinches in his seat. when he spins around, you frown at the weary look on his face. the bright blue of his room highlights his eye bags, and you can see him struggling to stay awake. “what are you two doing here? you should be asleep,” he says.

you stride towards him, eyebrows furrowed. “that’s what we should be saying. do you have any idea what time it is? you’re supposed to be at home with us.” seungcheol nods in agreement, probably too tired to engage himself in a conversation.

“not until i finish this,” the younger protests, gesturing at his monitor. you peek behind him to look at what’s pulled up, and unsurprisingly, there’s a new project loaded up, probably one of the songs he’s working on for seventeen’s next album. “management said i have to get this done by next week.” he glances at the clock. “plus, it’s only three am. i’ve had less sleep.”

“by less sleep you mean no sleep,” you correct, propping your hands on your hips. you almost look the part of a disappointed parent. “that’s so bad for you, you know.”

“hoon, we have this weekend off. you can work on it then,” seungcheol replies, yawning. “come sleep with us. anyone with a pair of eyes can tell that you’re tired.”

jihoon rolls his eyes, but the yawn that leaves his throat is evidence enough. “i’m just fine. i already downed a whole bottle of soda, anyways.”

you tiredly trudge over to him, tugging at his sleeve. he raises a questioning eyebrow, but he doesn’t say anything as you drag him over to the couch by the wall. “hoonie, you’ve been up since six am. it’s not good for babies to sleep so late.”

he flushes at the implications, frowning. it ends up looking more like a pout, though, further proving your point. “i’m not a baby. you’re acting like one right now,” he protests.

you pull him onto the couch, arms trapping him. “but you’re the youngest, so you’re the baby. right, cheol?”

instead of agreeing with you, the oldest of you three pouts, flopping down beside you. “that’s no fair, (name). both hoonie and i worked today, so why are you only babying him?” he whines. for someone who’s supposed to be the oldest, he sure craves attention like a child.

you wave a dismissive hand, scooting over so seungcheol has more room. this causes you and jihoon to squish even closer together, and as discomforting as it is for all three of you, no one makes any moves to go to a more comfortable area. but then again, you three usually wound up like this more often than not, so you all stopped minding altogether. “hush, cheol. we cuddled for like, an hour when we were home. hoonie hasn’t had anyone to take care of him yet.”

jihoon rolls his eyes, pressed against your chest. “i’m right here, you know.” as much as he dislikes skinship, he’s too tired to move, and your embrace is comforting, though he’d never admit it.

you hum, snuggling closer to him. “lack of sleep makes babies grouchy. you can worry about your project tomorrow.”

“but-”

“don’t talk back to the adults,” you murmur, dozing off, pressing your forehead against his.

jihoon grumbles, though he doesn’t try to move. “this is crazy. i’m only a year younger than you and seungcheol-hyung. what do you mean don’t talk back to the adults?” he snorts.

when you don’t respond, he can only assume you’ve fallen asleep. he rolls his eyes and cranes his neck to peek at seungcheol. his eyes are also fluttering close, arms firmly wrapped around your waist. sometimes he wonders why you call him the baby when seungcheol is right there, constantly whining for your affection. if anything, he’s the baby of you three.

seeing how he can’t wriggle his way out of here (not that he would. drinking a whole bottle of coke-cola has done nothing to lift his drowsiness), he can do nothing but surrender to your clutches and lay limp in your arms. he closes his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but hearing your voice in his head makes it a tad difficult.

you’re the youngest, so you’re the baby~

jihoon huffs, glaring at you, who’s oblivious to his piercing eyes. “says the one who always needs to hug something before he sleeps,” he quietly grumbles, poking your cheek.

to his surprise, the subtle motion is enough to stir you awake, and he feels himself heat up when your eyes flutter open. even when you’re tired, you still manage to look breathtaking. “go to sleep, hoonie,” you remind again before dozing back asleep.

when jihoon glances at the clock, the white, neon digits show him that it’s nearly four am. so this is what he ends up doing, but not because you told him to.

jihoon knows that despite your constant babying, you recognize that he’s a functioning adult who’s more than capable of handling responsibilities. even more than you, he might argue. you just have an affectionate nature and make it your sole duty to take care of everyone around you, even if they’re older than you, like seungcheol. plus, you just like calling those younger than you babies. if it weren’t for the fact that you’re only a few months older than him, he would’ve thought you were the oldest of you three.

though he claims to despise your affectionate nature, he’s thankful to have your presence, especially around him and seungcheol. he knows that as the leader of one of the biggest boy groups - both metaphorically and physically - the stress is undoubtedly more burdensome than the ones the other members have. he knows that seungcheol spends more time structuring himself as a strong leader and wise oldest member than as a twenty-five-year-old man who likes music and video-games. which is why he’s grateful that you’re around to give him the pampering and leisure he deserves, reminding him that it’s okay to be taken care of sometimes.

he isn’t mad that you direct most of your pampering at seungcheol. if anything, he’s more than happy, because now you’re there to give him the attention he complains about when he can’t. your presence, for a lack of better words, acts as a balance for you three. but there are times where you choose to baby (read: pester) him, simply because he’s the youngest and needs attention once in a while. your words, not his.

now is one of those moments.

jihoon blinks, staring at the shoe box perched on the table before him. he looks at you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you gesture at the shoe box in a flourish, widely grinning like a child who’s won candy. “ta-da!” you exclaim. seungcheol, who had been immersed with a mobile game, is now looking his way, curiously staring at the box. judging from his expression, he guesses he doesn’t know what the contents are, either.

“and what exactly am i looking at?” he asks.

“open it!” you exclaim.

he does as he’s told, lifting up the lid of the box. to his surprise, they’re a pair of black slide-ons. he remembers eyeing a pair a week ago at a mall he had gone to with you and soonyoung, but had dismissed the thought after seeing the number shopping bags soonyoung had on each arm. he isn’t sure if you remembered or if this is a mere coincidence. either way, he’s surprised you bought him a pair of shoes out of the blue.

“what!” seungcheol exclaims. he throws his phone onto the couch, the device bouncing on the cushions. he walks towards you, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. “you bought shoes for hoonie, but not for me?”

you roll your eyes. “cheol, you’re the one giving people your credit card information. you’re quite capable of buying your own shoes... actually, you’d buy them, unprompted.”

“but it’s different when it’s a gift,” he whines. “i want you to buy me shoes, too.”

ignoring your whiny boyfriend, you gesture at the sandals. “i saw you looking at them when we were at the mall with soonyoung last week! i know you don’t have a lot of time to go shopping, so i bought them for you,” you explain.

jihoon frowns. he’s the one practically swimming in a pool of money, so he should be the one buying you nice things, not the other way around. “oh... you didn’t have to.”

when he looks up at you, he sees the excitement vanish from your face, being replaced with a pout. seeing you like that makes him wonder why he and seungcheol never try babying you, especially when you have the audacity to look as cute as you do now. “do you not like them? i can always return them and get you something else...”

he practically flies out of his seat, eyes wide. “no!” he blurts. you and seungcheol are startled by the sudden outburst, your eyes mirroring his. “i mean-” he clears his throat, “i like them, i really do. but i should be the one buying you things, not the other way around.”

thankfully, you smile. “don’t worry about it! a baby like you should be bought nice things, even if you probably have better versions of them,” you tease, blowing him an air kiss.

jihoon scoffs. "you know, now that i think about it, you always pay for my things even though you’re the, and i quote, broke college student. what’s up with that?”

“because babies shouldn’t be paying for things.” you size him up, feigning innocence. “are you even allowed to have a debit card?”

seungcheol snorts at your comment, stifling his laughter by burying his head in your shoulder. on the other hand, jihoon’s jaw drops in disbelief. “this is bullying!” he yells, exasperated. “i’m being bullied by my boyfriend. hyung, you can’t be siding with him.”

the older shrugs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “when i do it, you always kick me, but you never do anything when it’s him. it’s so fun, seeing you get all flustered.”

he glares at you both. “i actually hate you two. especially you,” he seethes, pointing at you.

you lean over to whisper in seungcheol’s ear, but you’re side-eyeing him, obviously trying to get him to hear you. “has he been fed yet? you know babies get grouchy when they don’t have food in their system.”

“(name) (last name)!!”

seungcheol knows that like him, you’re usually the oldest in most situations. because of this, taking care of those around you has practically become second nature. making sure everyone around you is healthy and happy has become instinctive, and you’re willing to go through hoops and hurdles just to achieve that. it’s one of the many traits he loves about you.

he’s grateful to have you around to take care of him, but most importantly, he’s glad that there’s someone like you taking care of jihoon. sure, he whines about not being the center of your attention, but he knows that there are times when jihoon needs it more than he does. viewed as the genius producer and leader of the vocal unit of seventeen, there’s no doubt that the pressure he receives to repeatedly produce big hits is unimaginable. though it’s something that the two of them share in common, he knows he would never willingly open up about his thoughts, afraid of burdening the already stressed leader.

thankfully, there’s you, with a warm and loving aura encompassing you. you just have this aura that makes people want to lower their guard, even for those as whole and reserved as jihoon. it undoubtedly helps relieve the tension that the young producer has, even if he claims to hate it.

even if he knows this, though, that doesn’t stop him from wanting all of your attention. you’re the only person jihoon allows to pamper him (even if he denies it), so it’s not surprising that you take every opportunity you get to do so. while it’s fun to see him get riled up, seungcheol can’t help but act bratty when your attention isn’t on him.

on an exceptionally mundane day where the members of seventeen are lounging in the practice room, taking a break after excruciating hours of nonstop dancing, you knock on the door, arms loaded with bags of takeout. a few seconds later, the door swings open, and you’re standing in front of a sweaty chan. “oh, hyung! what brings you here?” he asks, surprised.

“hey chan,” you greet with a smile. he moves to the side, giving you space to enter the room. when you do, you’re greeted by twelve boys who seem equally sweaty and exhausted, who slur their greetings. “i was going to drop off some food for cheol and hoonie, but i figured you guys would be hungry,” you explained, gesturing towards the bags. from the way their eyes light up, you can tell they’re pleased with the surprise. “i have fried chicken, tteokbokki, japchae... just a bit of everything.”

immediately, the thirteen boys gather around you, salivating at the scent wafting out of the bags. “thank you hyung, you didn’t have to do that for us,” dokyeom smiles.

you shrug, seating yourself between seungcheol and jihoon. “it’s the least i could do, don’t worry about it. now eat up! you all are probably starving.”

another chorus of thanks echoes throughout the room, and soon, everyone begins to dig in. as you chat with the other members, catching up on each others’ lives and learning about comeback preparations, you suddenly feel someone pulling you up by the armpits before placing you down on their lap. startled, you crane your neck and see seungcheol, who responds by pecking your forehead. “what was that for?” mingyu asks from across you, voicing your question.

“you haven’t paid attention to me at all,” he murmurs.

you simply hum, leaning forward to stab a piece of fried chicken. you aim the fork at seungcheol’s mouth, who eagerly sweeps in and takes a bite. from the corner of your eye, you can see the other members eyeing you two with disgust. “sometimes i forget this is a three-way relationship, seeing how you both react so differently around (name)-hyung,” seungkwan snorts, scooping more japchae onto his plate. “why can’t you be more like jihoon-hyung? at least he doesn’t whine when (name)-hyung isn’t around every five minutes like you.”

you roll your eyes. “please. hoonie likes it when i baby him, too.” you send him a wink, to which he responds with by rolling his eyes.

“you’re talking nonsense.”

“don’t lie~” you coo, leaning over and ruffling his hair. “our cute baby hoonie~”

above you, seungcheol pouts, resting his chin on your head. “why don’t you ever treat me like that, (name)? this is unfair.”

you add more tteokbokki onto your plate. “it’s fun, seeing both of your reactions. hoonie’s more fun to tease, and it’s fun seeing you get all mopey.” he pouts, though he can’t refute your claims. jihoon does have funnier reactions than he does, and judging by both the amused and unimpressed looks the other members give him, he’s sure that he looks nothing short of glum.

“you know,” wonwoo begins, “i never would’ve imagined that jihoon would’ve gotten together with them. maybe with (name), but not with seungcheol-hyung. you both cling onto him more than to each other, anyways.”

“cheol here just comes to me more because he’s scared of hoonie,” you laugh, patting his thigh. “besides, they have each other when i’m not in the picture.”

“(name), you shouldn’t spoil cheollie so much. he’s already so bratty when you’re not here,” jeonghan sighs. “i’d love to see you tease jihoon more, though. you’re the only person who can get away with it unscathed, anyways.”

both seungcheol and jihoon darken in embarrassment. “shut it, yoon jeonghan,” they snap in unison.

when seungcheol and jihoon wake up one saturday morning, they don’t expect to be clinging onto each other in bed. they also don’t expect you to be awake already, seeing how you’re usually one of the last people to get up.

“where’s (name)?” jihoon groggily asks, scooting closer to an equally tired seungcheol. though he rarely lets seungcheol hold him, his need for warmth overpowers his disdain for skinship.

the older doesn’t seem to mind his sudden touchiness, wrapping an arm around him. “dunno,” he mumbles.

neither of them further questions your disappearance, cuddling closer to each other. they both begin to drift back asleep when the floorboards of the hallway creak, signalling a new presence. the bedroom dear squeaks open, so when they both turn to face the source, they see you tiptoeing your way in. “oh, morning guys,” you whisper, sheepishly smiling. “sorry for waking you two."

“it’s fine,” jihoon yawns, slowly sitting up. beside him, seungcheol turns to dig his face into his pillow, stretching his limbs. “why are you up so early? it’s-” he pauses to glance at the clock, which reads 11:30 am. “okay, maybe it’s not so early. but what are you doing up?”

you shrug. “cheol elbowed my face earlier, and i couldn’t fall back asleep again, so i decided to get out of bed.”

seungcheol turns around and looks at you with guilty eyes, sitting up. “sorry babe,” he apologizes. he grabs your arm and pulls you onto him. “is your pretty face okay?” he asks, rubbing your cheeks.

you thread your fingers through his hair, untangling the knots as jihoon rolls over. “why don’t you come back to bed and sleep some longer? i know how irritable you can get when you don’t get enough sleep.”

you shake your head at his offer. “it’s okay, but thanks.” you reposition yourself so you’re sandwiched between seungcheol and jihoon, which is when they notice the navy apron hanging around your neck. “i made food not long ago, it should be warm still. come eat with me.” you wriggle your way out of the human sandwich, standing up again. “get up, lazy bums!”

“kiss me first,” seungcheol jeers like the brat he is.

you lean in close until your breath fans his lips. when he looks like he’s going to reciprocate, you move your lips last minute and peck his forehead instead. “brush your teeth first, brat. your breath smells like ass.” before you leave, you swiftly move your head and place a kiss on jihoon’s cheek, running out of the bedroom before either of them can do anything about it.

half an hour later, jihoon steps out of the bedroom and trudges into the kitchen. seungcheol’s still in the bathroom washing up. when he rounds the corner, he nearly screams to see you so close to him. you take this opportunity to wrap your arms around him and lift him up, to which he responds with a yelp. “put me down!” he shrieks.

you pay no mind to his shrieking, walking towards the counter. you plop down on a stool and seat him on your lap. he’s still squirming, but your grip is tight, so his fidgeting proves futile. “good morning, my baby~”

for someone who claims to hate the nickname, he always flushes a pretty red when you or seungcheol use it. even after getting together, he still isn’t used to it. “how many times do i have to tell you to not call me a baby? i’m only a year younger than you.”

“then what should i call you then?” you pucker your lips, which are met with jihoon’s palm. “my liege? my love? which do you prefer?” you flirt.

his blush darkens, and he can only look away in embarrassment. “shut up.”

your laugh is so loud it hurts his ears, but it’s endearing and true, something he never gets tired of listening to. “our baby is so cute when he’s flustered~”

“is today a bully seungcheol or a bully jihoon day, i wonder?” a voice in front of you asks. he cranes his neck as much as he can and sees seungcheol pouting in front of you two, bangs wet. “do i not get this treatment because i’m the oldest?

you stick your tongue out at him before flicking his forehead. “come on, let’s eat! you two took forever.” fortunately, seungcheol pulls out a stool for jihoon to sit on, so he’s all too eager to hop away from your clutches.

you’re sitting across from the duo, who are seated beside each other. the kitchen is mostly silent, save for the clinking of utensils. it isn’t when seungcheol takes a bite from an egg that you notice a band-aid plastered near his chin. “did you hurt yourself?” you ask, aiming your fork at his wound.

he absentmindedly runs a finger against the band-aid. “oh, this? i was shaving earlier and accidentally cut myself,” he explains. he gauges your reaction, from your furrowed eyebrows to worried eyes. just then, he lets out a cry, startling you and jihoon. “oh (name), it hurts~”

you laugh at his silliness, while jihoon snorts. “you’re so embarrassing. gosh (name), this is what happens when you spoil him too much. one single mishap and he comes running to you with fake tears. look at the monster you’ve created.”

you glance at seungcheol, and the mischievous smirk on your lips only spells for disaster. “cheol-ah, you were just fine a moment ago. i think you’re strong enough to handle a tiny cut, aren’t you?”

normally he would never allow for someone to question his strength, but when it comes to you, all he wants is your pampering, even if he makes himself look like a fool in the process. “don’t tease me, (name)~ don’t take jeonghan’s words so seriously!”

you laugh, recalling your friend’s words. you love to indulge your boyfriends, though teasing them is also fun, too. you used to only tease jihoon with your sickening babying, but seeing how seungcheol whines only fuels your mischievous nature. “i think you can handle it, cheol.” changing the topic, you smile at jihoon. “how’s the food? i think i did a good job for someone with abysmal cooking skills.”

“babe~” he whines.

“the food’s good, although your chopping skills could use some work,” jihoon comments, poking at an unevenly cut tomato.

you snort. “i’m cooking for you guys, not gordon ramsay. as long as it tastes good, it should be fine.”

“this is bullying.”

you turn to face seungcheol, who’s still pouting. “why don’t you ask hoonie?”

“because he’s going to say no. or worse, he’ll kick my shins.”

you laugh, getting up to refill your water. before you enter the kitchen, you cup seungcheol’s face and press a chaste kiss on his band-aid. “there. happy?”

the dopey, lovesick look he gives you is answer enough, and as confident and nonchalant as you are when it comes to flirting, you can feel butterflies swarming in your stomach. it never gets less exhilarating, knowing you have him wrapped around your finger. “suddenly, my cut doesn’t hurt anymore.”

jihoon gags. “disgusting.”

“you like it when we’re disgusting,” you mumble, pressing a kiss on his hair. before he can react, you swoop down and squish his cheeks, leaning in to press your lips together. he makes a disgruntled noise, though he doesn’t make any attempts to pry your hands off or to move away. when you pull away, a satisfied smile rests on your lips. “see? i knew you liked it when i babied you.”

you move your hands away from his face and lay them atop his hair. on the other hand, seungcheol squishes your cheeks together and begins peppering kisses on your face, drawing out little giggles from you. below you, jihoon frowns, folding his arms. “you’re so annoying. i could step on your toes if i wanted to.”

“if you wanted to,” you reiterate, turning your head so seungcheol doesn’t muffle your words with his lips. “key word is if, my dear. you would never actually hurt me, our cute baby.”

seungcheol relinquishes his attacks, sitting back onto the stool. “i wonder what would happen if i called him that?” he wonders out loud. suddenly, he squishes jihoon’s cheek, mirroring the fond look you always give them. “our cute baby jihoonie~”

right when he does this, seungcheol decides then that is the first and last time he’ll ever try to baby jihoon again - at least, if he wants to stay unharmed. pampering is more of your forte, anyways.

[hwrryscherry]

 The one where the reader meets Harry as Jack

characters: HARRYxREADER!FEM

blurb: Harry is filming Don't Worry Darling in Palms Springs while Y/N is moving in in her new house in the neighbourhood where the movie is being filmed. Turns out the fate wanted to cross Harry and Y/N's way as a box full of books is very intriguing to Harry and Pride and Prejudice becomes Harry's new favorite.

word count: 2.7K

author's note: Heyy guys, it has been SO LONG and honestly I don’t think this is best work yet lol but anyway, I had the worst writer’s block of my life so it was so hard for me to write a single word. Honestly, I felt kinda pressured to write. I felt like I was pressuring myself for that so I had to take advantage of this block and take this idea out of my mind. I want to say something important too; I really want to say that the only story of mine that I’ll keep the face claim is HARRYxMODELY/N, just because I like to use the photos to make instagram posts sometimes. I will no longer describe types of hair as I used to say ‘’long strands of hair’’, it will be neutral for you to imagine yourself in the story. It’s all about you guys and how you can visualize the story and the character, if you want to imagine a face claim that’s cool but if you don’t want to it’s cool too. Feel free to read and visualize, it’s all about you. Thank you for the support on my account and my writing. I’m aware that I’m not the best lol, but I also think that I have so much to learn from you just as I have to teach. I’m so grateful for everyone who reads and like my stuff. Never forget that you’re unique, you’re loved, you’re so golden and treat people with kindness always.

   "Why is it so hot in here? It's fucking December!", you'd think to yourself as you drove your new car through the streets of Palm Springs. The thing is that after you moved from Columbia to reside so many years in New York while you were studying English Language and Literature in Yale, you just got so used with the usual colder weather from NY and it's just a different vibe from California. You had such a hard time to decide what you wanted to do after graduating, though. And after a few weeks and some long conversations with your family, you decided you would go to California. Palm Springs, to be more specific. You decided that because you remembered all the times you went there when you were a kid because your grandmother lived in there before she passed. You remember spending your summer vacation with her and how cool it was. It was in the early 2000′s and there was many kids on your age that lived on her street. You remember playing with them all day and then getting back into your grandma’s house and feeling that cinnamon scent that for some one only her house had. It wasn’t a usual cinnamon scent. It had something special in it. It made you feel so warm and welcomed. You remember helping her to bake the most delicious cookies, brownies and cakes in her kitchen. You remember the kitchen had a yellow counter, but the entire kitchen was white. All very pale and then the cheerful yellow in the kitchen that colored everything. You remember going to play bingo with her and how it made her happy to having you around. You both were so close and you had such a hard time when she passed, but the most important was she taught you so many things during your time together, and you’d never forget those things and her.

    As you drove, you’d remember those streets vaguely. You’d pass through the soccer court you typically used to go with the other kids and spent hours playing in there. You were vibing with the song in the stereo as you started getting closer to your new house’s street. It was Carolina by Harry Styles; you have to admit you’re not the biggest Harry Styles fan in the world, but you were definitely a One Direction fan when you were around 16, but you couldn't be considered a directioner either. You just listened to a few songs and thought it was good. But anyway, this specific song is one that you particularly like. It may have something to do with the fact that you’re from Carolina, of course. But it’s more about the vibe and the melody that by being animated it could actually cheer anyone up and the lyrics were undeniably good though, a little sexual, but good. It’s more about the vibe and the melody that by being animated it could actually cheer anyone up and the lyrics were really good though, a little sexual, but good.

    When you turned the right way into the street of your new home, you came across much more than you expected to see on your moving day. There were, as it seemed, paparazzi. Apparently they were shooting a movie right in your street, and it had also many people with many cameras and trailers that probably were dressing rooms. Naturally, you knew that thousands of films were shot in California, that’s obvious. But you didn't expect one to be shooting exactly on your moving day and specifically in your street, let alone that the street would be this crowded since the world is experiencing a global pandemic, ironic. You observed some of the people walking down the street, or should you call it a set? You don't know, but there were many people and many cars, at least they were all wearing masks. It had many classic cars, probably in the 40s or 50s style. They were colorful; vivid colors, though. Colors like yellow, blue and lilac was really present. To resume, the whole street looked like a movie from the 50s and for sure that was the intention because you could notice some extras walking around the set dressed up as 50s people used to.

    As you carefully drive through the street, you’d notice that from what seemed like a divine miracle, there was a vacant parking spot right in front of your house and you can’t help but smile when you see it. The first time you came here to see the house. You were with your family, and that was about four months ago. You just loved the house completely as it had such a different vibe from the place you used to live in New York, and honestly, just the thought of the house made your creativity activate as it had some really cool colored walls and you bought some colored mobile as well. Anyway, you stopped the car right in front of your house finishing the engine and grabbing your mask and putting it in your face as you'd use your hand to get rid of the seat belt and your other hand to open the car door and get out of the car.

    After closing the driver's seat door, you go around the car walking to the trunk where you use the car key to open it. When you open it, you are faced with two cardboard boxes. One was full of books. Books of all kinds, books of period novels, books of suspense, books of investigation and etc. Books that piqued your curiosity and made you want to finish reading it as quickly as possible. The other box was already full of clothes, those last clothes that you would finally be taking home. Your mother has done the biggest job in the moving issue; she was the one who was bringing the furniture and your things while you finished packing the rest of your things to leave New York. You try your hardest not to pay attention to the set of recordings and the people who walked back and forth, at the same time that you tried hard not to make any noise, because if you accidentally disturbed a scene, you would feel extremely embarrassed and would probably not even show up at the gate until the end of filming, but that was not the case. You removed the two boxes from the trunk just before closing it completely. You chose, perhaps, to enter the clothes box first. You bent down taking the box in your arms and walked to the door of the house where you used the key you received from the real-estate agent to unlock it before entering. You immediately noticed that some sunbeams reflected on the living room floor due to the white linen curtain that covered the glass windows. You observed the contrast of the sofa in such a light tone with the lilac wall just behind it. You walked with the box in hand by the door extension to the room where you placed the box on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. Returning out of the house, you can see the figure of a tall man dressed in a brown suit crouched in front of the box of your books. He had brown hair and properly cut. It didn't look like he was messing with your books, but he was definitely looking at them and it seemed like he was trying to read the covers of it for some reason. You slowly got closer to the man's body without making too much noise while you analyzed him, you crossed your arms upon your chest as you noticed the book cover he was looking at: Love is a mixtape by Rob Sheffield.

— This one is amazing! — You said, surprising the man that stand up fastly with the book in his hands connecting his green gaze with yours. He was tall, really tall by the way. His suit seemed perfect, just as his hair. He had a black mask on as a protection but the 16 year old teenager inside of you could never mistake those eyes. It was Harry fricking Styles. You considerated being quiet as you, yourself were pretty surprised now, but then you took your gaze to the book in his hand and then back at his face — It's like comparing love to a popular song that we usually search to define love. Just to find out that love is like oxygen, or love is a kind of drug, or a battlefield for some... — You said referring to the book with a tender smile on your face that Harry couldn't essentially see, but talking about a book that you loved caused this on you. And as you talked you didn't notice that Harry had a smile on his face as well. Maybe it was because you completely ignored the fact that he is Harry Styles and he was messing up your books as he's on the set filming a movie, or maybe it was the fact that he loved this book just as much as you did. He'd use to say this is probably one of the books that if he had to read just one book to the rest of his life, he'd chose this one and he usually had so much to talk about this book and so much to put on an argument about it but now he was completely speechless. He was just tongue tied. He was tongue tied about your reflection of one of his favorite books and how it looked so identical to his own personal reflection. He was tongue tied for the number of great books that he always wanted to read that was on that box. He was tongue tied at the owner of those books and her beauty, her intelligence of her voice and her voice as well so he just chuckled. A nervous chuckle as he leaned his head to look at the floor for a second before looking at you and holding out the book in his hands to you that calmly took it from his hands.

— I know! It's one of my favorite books! — Harry'd ultimately manage to say it as he observed you admiring the cover and running your fingers through it as a truly book lover would do — It's very interesting the interpretation you have of it.

— Don't you agree? — You'd interrupt him rising your head to examine at his face. He seemed paralyzed by some way, little did you know that Harry was mesmerized. He enjoyed the informal way you were speaking with him, and it genuinely felt like you already knew it each for years.

— That's the intriguing part. We have the same interpretation! — He'd say serenely, and then running his hand through his hair as he frown a little because of the sun that just hit on his glowing eyes.

— Well...Maybe you're just trying to imitate me to impress me! — You'd joke, with a mocking expression on your face making Harry giggle at your words and your face. It was the sense of humor to him.

— Oh really? And what makes you think I'm trying to impress you? — Harry'd say back with the same mocking tone that you formerly used. He'd observe your face go from playful to thoughtful in just as you to come up with a response.

— I mean...you were the one looking through my stuff, mister! — You say raising your eyebrows as you utilized one of your hands to take some strands of hair out of your face.

— Right... — Harry said with a defeated voice before as he compressed his lips together and moved his suit away from his shirt a little as he places his hands on his waist — I'm sorry about it, though. There was this box hanging here and I guess I was just intrigued! — He said shyly making you start walking towards the box walking closely to him causing him to feel a hot warm from your body as you passed. You'd bend over to grab the box but was stopped by Harry taking the heavy box from your hands — Let me help you with this! — Harry said as he held the box on his arms.

— There's no need for that. It'll ruin your splendid suit! — You'd say gently to him as he was standing up in front of you carefully holding the loaded box. Legitimately, he looked hot. He properly looked like a 50s husband helping with the moving with this outfit — And if you piss off your costume designer because of me I'll die! — You'd complement receiving a loud laugh from Harry's lips that shook his head while looking at you.

— She’ll be fine! — Harry'd argue back, then get a sigh from you before nodding at him as a statement.

— My house is right there! — You'd say using your right hand to point at your house, watching Harry turn his back to you and start walking towards it. You followed him through the door that was already open. Harry looked at the house immediately. It had a good vibe, and he wouldn't deny it. The choice of colors was exceptional, but he also noticed it was not very tidy, which would probably indicate that you were moving today.

— Where do I leave it? — Harry asked, referring to the box as he went farther into the living room.

— You can just leave it on the floor — You serenely said crossing your arms together and watching as he left the box on the floor and turned around to face you, but then deflecting his gaze to the ceiling before staring at your face again.

— It's a beautiful house! — Harry said as he moved his gaze through the room. He observed everything. He likes to observe. He likes to notice things that maybe other people didn't — Just like the owner, if I might say — Harry said cheekily and charming hearing your giggle invade his ears as you started walking towards the box of books that he previously set on the floor.

— The owner says thank you — You said bending down and starting to take the books out of the box and place it on the coffee table beside you as Harry watched your movements. You shyly looked at him thinking for a second and them smiling under your mask — For both compliments! — You said getting your attention back to the books. It's not that you don't want to give him your attention. It's that you genuinely think that he's just being nice, and he's probably not even interested in anything that you say.

— So... I have to go back to the film now but maybe you can give me your number so we can talk about your interpretation of my favorite book — Harry said shyly. His words took you by surprise actually but you couldn't hold back the smirk you had under your mask as you stand up again turning to face his green eyes. You noticed that he had his phone on his hand, hoping and waiting that you'd give him your number even though both of you knew that the book excuse was nothing more than an excuse as he was truly interested in knowing you.

— Well, it depends... — you said slowly as you took a deep breath before actually saying anything — If you agree to read my favorite books too, I'll give you my number!

— I'd be honored! — Harry chuckled after letting a sigh out feeling relief that you asked for something so simple that he'd love to do if that would make you happy — What's your name? — Harry said as he unblocked his phone screen and started to save your phone number.

— Save it as Elizabeth Bennet in there! — You said fastly with a proud smile on your face as Harry giggled and did as you ask and then looked at your face as he put his phone back on his pocket.

— Only if you save my name as Mr. Darcy when I call you! — Harry said knowing that after this, Pride and Prejudice would definitely become one of his favorite books ever.

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Bouncing Baby [4]: Sick Day

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Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,613

A/N: Wow, hi guys! It's been a minute! I hope that you all like this next part! I'm so excited it's finally done after all this time. Hopefully you all still want to read it! This was a lot of fun to write. I hope you all enjoy!! Also, I hate editing on Tumblr Mobile, lol

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You knew as soon as you woke up that morning, there was no way you were going to work. Your head was packed, your ears were stuffy and ringing, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You could barely open your eyes to shut off your alarm. You coughed, nearly puking as phlegm came up with it. You spit in the trash can next to your bed.

"Shota," you whined rolling over, and accidentally smacking him in the face with your hand. He grunted.

"You're not going to work today, are you?" he muttered, eyes still close. 

"Are you crazy?" You coughed and spit in the can again. "You know my quirk copies my physical state on other people. If I try to heal anyone, they'll all leave the office feeling like this."

"I figured as much, that's why I asked." 

Shota grabbed you, pulling your back to his front. You were worried about him getting sick. But you didn't protest the cuddles. They made you feel a lot better. You wished the two of you could lay there all day.

"I'll take Kohaku to work with me," Shota said as the third alarm rang. Reluctantly he sat up, placing his feet on the floor.

You rolled to face him, mostly asleep. Your head swam. "You don't have to. She's a handful."

"She'll be fine, nothing I can't handle."

"But your class - after everything that's happened...They still have so much left to learn. That's why I've been keeping her with me."

"Exactly, if they can't handle a child after this - there's no hope for them," your husband chuckled. You wanted to protest more. But your mind was getting dragged down into slumber.

You didn't hear them leave. Only waking to an empty house. For the first time in years, you were alone. No husband, no baby - it was unbearably quiet. But it was nice and serene. If only you didn't have a cold.

You glanced at the clock on the stove. Shota was three hours into work. You wondered how he and his class were faring. Little did you know, Kohaku would soon give them a run for their money.

Nobody had really questioned when Shota Aizawa walked through the halls with a baby that morning. A bag in his wife's favorite color was hung from his shoulder, and a black haired baby who was the spitting image of him on his hip. She was fast asleep against his shoulder. 

By that time in the school year, everybody knew he was married to one of the school's nurses and that the baby was theirs. The secret he'd been trying to keep, leaking out after only two weeks. All due to an incident where she phased through the walls, giving everyone a fright. 

It had been a regular occurrence after that that he'd watch the child in the classroom. Giving his wife a break to focus on her duties. So his class didn't much question the child either. Even though it'd been four months since they saw her last. The baby had grown much in that time.

Shota put his sleeping daughter in her playpen, then stood in front of his class. On his way to work, he'd thought of something fun. Something to give him a story to tell his sick wife to cheer her up when he got home. Maybe he'd even send her a video while the chaos ensued.

"Your morning classes will proceed as usual," he said. "However, your training later today will be different than normal."

Shota didn't answer any of his students questions. They would all just have to wait and see.

Their classes went by, lunch came and went. So far, Kohaku had been tame. He only had to erase her quirk a few times. Which she grew irritated at quickly. But she calmed down after All Might sat with her for an hour.

Kahaku napped after his visit. Shota right alongside her. He was glad she decided to sleep during the lunch period. He knew she was at her worst after nap time. But he wasn't concerned about it today. Today, her unruliness wasn't his problem. In fact, it worked great with his plan. It wouldn't have been as fun if she fell asleep in the middle of it.

Shota escorted his class to their training facilities once they all had changed. Kohaku was just beginning to wake up due to all the noise. She was still slumped against her father's shoulder. 

"Mr. Aizawa, what are we doing today?" Iida asked. "Is it some sort of special training?"

Shota smirked to himself. "Something like that. Today - you'll be taking care of my daughter."

There was a loud, collective WHAT?!

"We're not damn babysitters!" Bakugo growled.

"Don't curse around the girl, Bakugo!" Iida scolded.

Uraraka stepped forward. "She's only a baby, it shouldn't be too hard. Right?"

"Kohaku is very special. And not just to me and her mom. Kohaku is a year and seven months. However, as you may know, she already has her quirk," Aizawa explained. There were murmurs of oh yeah and shit, that's right. "My daughter can change the material her entire body structure is made of. Most likely to an atomic level. But, since she's only a baby, what she becomes and what she decides to do are totally unpredictable. 

"Your task is to watch her until the end of the day. I won't be erasing her quirk. Time out will only be called if Kohaku falls asleep or needs her diaper changed. If she's still in the facility at the end of the day, you've successfully completed the exercise. But if she gets out, even once, then I'm going to make you sit through sex education classes with Midnight for a week."

There was a collective shutter, aside from Mineta. He was way too into it. Nose bleed and all. Everyone else one could see them sifting through worst case scenarios. Shota knew Nemuri would be only too excited to show his class the ropes if BDSM. Quite literally.

Shota moved Kohaku's hair from her eyes. Checking if she'd gone back to sleep. But Kohaku leaned up, yawning as she rubbed her face. She grinned up at her father, then turned to look at everyone else. She leaned shyly back against his shoulder. There were a few aawwwws.

"You're playing shy now?" Shota chuckled. "You know them. They're going to play with you today. Would you like that? - I've brought a bag of her toys with us. Everybody take one. The first person she goes to gets to sit out a day of lessons if the class manages to fail. If the class succeeds, that person gets extra credit towards any class they're currently lacking in."

His whole class clambered for the bag. Pulling out cute little bunnies, and plastic rings, and soft books that crinkled when they moved. Bakugo was unlucky enough to get a teether that looked like a bowl of ramen that she'd recently chewed on. He turned white when her spit coated his hand. He seemed about ready to destroy it.

"I would like to note," Shota added. "That if any of the toys are ruined by a student, it's an automatic failure for the entire group."

Everybody turned to Bakugo. He glared them down, snapping an insult. Shota sat on the floor, and a few people followed. He put Kohaku on his knee, turning her towards the class. She seemed mesmerized by her selection of toys. 

"Do we have any questions before we start?" 

Iida's hand shot into the air. "Mr. Aizawa, could you please tell us what materials your daughter can turn herself into?"

Aizawa nodded. "I was wondering if any of you were going to ask. Lucky Iida did, so that you all can be warned. - So far, Kohaku has done four things. One, she can become a rubber-like substance. If she falls or jumps off something, she'll bounce. After each subsequent one, she will become faster indefinitely until she hits something she can't bounce off of.

"Two, she can become heavy metal. When this happens, Kohaku can't be picked up or knocked over. This is often how she pushes over her playpen. However, the metal is soft and scratches easily. Which means that, when she deactivates, she'll have cuts in her skin. Third, she can turn her skin into a diamond material. Unlike with the metal, she can't be hurt in this state. But she is light and can be moved. Finally, Kohaku has figured out how to make her matter permeable. You all have met Mirio, of the Big Three. It seems to be similar to his quirk.

"She may be a child. But children are unpredictable, and Kohaku is particularly rambunctious once she warms up to you. If you all can handle villains, I see no reason why you should have any trouble with my daughter. Does anyone else have anything to ask?"

When the class remained silent, Shota nodded. He bounced Kohaku on his knee for a moment while he spoke to her.

“Okay, Kohaku,” Shota started. “Which toy would you like to play with?”

He stood her on her feet, making sure she was balanced. She sucked on her thumb as she slowly started to wobble towards the class. Some began to shake rattles at her or crinkle books. A few started making the noise to call cats. Shota rolled his eyes, you couldn’t pspspspspsss at a baby.

Finally, she wandered over to Todoroki. He’d been sitting quietly, watching her. His eyes grew wide as she crawled in his lap, reaching for the rabbit in his hand. Todoroki froze as she pulled herself up to stand on his thigh. She held the rabbit closely, while gripping on to his shoulder for balance. Shota made sure to get a photo on his phone of Todoroki’s terrified face.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?” Asui asked. 

The corners of his mouth pulled down as he lifted up Kohaku and held her in front of him. She gurgled happily, jingling the chime in the rabbit.

“You scared of a stupid baby, Half and Half?” Bakugo snapped. He came over and took Kohaku from Todoroki’s hands, causing her to lose her grip on the rabbit. For once, Shota was glad when Kohaku started to cry. This was the beginning of the end.

Kohaku quickly turned herself into heavy metal. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep a grip on her. But she ultimately slammed to the ground. Kohaku gurgled happily, though Bakugo glared. She’d narrowly missed crushing his foot.

Shota watched on, laughing to himself, as Kohaku began to phrase through the large training terrain in the middle of the room. Students followed, leaping up into them. Trying to figure out where she might be in the structure. 

“There!” Kirishima called from the other side. 

Everyone followed, disappearing quickly, and Shota went to get a higher vantage point. Kirishima dove for Kohaku, but she went right through his fingers. He looked at his hands in disbelief, then watched as she teetered away. A few people tried to grab her, but she went through all of them.

“Oh, c’mon!” Kaminari whined. “She’s going to get out!”

“She’s not a dog, sweetie,” Ashido said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s still heading for the wall! Which means -” Kaminari paled, so did Ashido when she remembered what Kohaku’s escape meant.

“Todoroki,” Asui asked. “Where’s that rabbit you had?!”

Todoroki glanced over his shoulder. “I put it back in the bag.”

“That’s okay, I think I can replicate it.” Yaoyorozu flicked quickly through her book, then focused. Not long after a semi-perfect replication of Kohaku’s rabbit sat in her hands. She shook it, and the chime inside jingled. Kohaku stopped in her tracks, one hand held up to the wall. 

Kohaku searched for the sound, sputtering happily as she found the rabbit. She waddled over to Yaoyarozu , hands extending as far as her little arms could reach. Yaoyarozu picked her up, jingling the rabbit again. Kohaku seemed happy as long as made noise.

"That was way too close!" groaned Uraraka, slumping to the ground.

"I guess we gotta keep her entertained," Kirishima noted. "But how? Yaoyarozu can't keep making toys."

Aoyama butted in then, radiating sparkles. He grinned at Kohaku. "Allow moi to try. Prepare to be amazed, mon petit!"

However, Kohaku wasn't the least bit impressed by his belly laser. Even when he tried to make it flashy, like fireworks. Shota knew that'd never work on her. He chuckled at the display, taking a picture.

"She's just as mean as Mr. Aizawa," Aoyama whined. He curled into a ball, tears slipping out. The whole class groaned. 

Uraraka was next to try. She held out her arms, which Kohaku reluctantly went into. It took Yaoyarozu giving Kohaku the rabbit to hold.

"You wanna go for a ride?!" Uraraka grinned then activated her quirk. It was a moment before Kohaku could process what was happening. But when she realized she was floating high above the others she began to cry.

"Uraraka! Put her down!!" Ojiro yelled.

Uraraka panicked, flailing for a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

When Uraraka released her, Kohaku fell right into Shoji's arms. Which she did not like very much. Kohaku wailed loudly, clearly not a fan of the multi-limbed hero. Mineta panicked and began trying to juggle some of his balls.

Ashido marched over, swiftly taking Kohaku. "Gimme her, you guys don't know anything about babies! It's okay, sweetie, Auntie Mina is here to save you from these idiots."

She sat down, Kohaku in her lap. Then started making faces at her. Kohaku's crying eased, and there was a moment of relief as she began to giggle. Though even that was short lived. Ashido decided to take Kohaku on a surf around the room. Only to have her goop splash and melt down Kohaku's newly made rabbit. That led to another bout of crying.

"And who were you just calling idiots?" Kaminari asked snidely.

Ashido whined. "Shut up, Denki! It was an accident! Here! - Tsu, you take her!"

"Me?" she asked, pointing to herself. But Kohaku was already in her arms. The two stared at each other. "You can definitely tell she's Mr. Aizawa's daughter."

Kohaku laughed as Asui's tongue hung out of her mouth. She reached for it, tugging, and catching poor Asui off guard. Kohaku stretched and pulled her tongue, gurgling in glee.

"Do you want me to take her, Tsu?" Midoriya offered. Kohaku has been playing with her tongue for five minutes at that point. Anyone could tell how uncomfortable she was.

Asui nodded. "Thanks."

"C'mere, little Kohaku," he cooed, trying to pull Kohaku off. She didn't want to let go. No matter how much he tugged and pulled. Asui even tried to retract her tongue.

Aizawa snapped a picture of the tongue of war.

Finally, Kohaku let go. But so did Midoriya. Everyone watched in horror as the baby went flying.

"What the hell, Deku, you dunce?!" Bakugo growled. 

Kohaku smooshed against the wall, then sprang back, careening towards the floor. She began to laugh and sprang off the floor as Sero and Kaminari hit heads trying to catch her.

"That's right!" Iida announced. "Mr. Aizawa said she can turn into rubber and bounce. - But she'll get exponentially faster. We have to catch her before she becomes too fast to see." 

"We better do it soon, look!" The sleeve of Hagakure's uniform pointed up at the training terrain. Kohaku was bouncing off one level then the other. Shota dodged expertly as she passed him, she was nothing but a blur.

A few went to catch her, but she even escaped Iida's swiftness. Soon there was nothing but ominous bouncing and maniacal giggles echoing. No baby in sight.

"We're too late," Tokoyami shouted. "It's going to be impossible to catch her now."

Jiro kneeled. "Not impossible. Hanta, when I signal -" 

Sero nodded, readying to shoot. Jiro plugged into the floor hearing every place she hit. The floor, the wall, the terrain, the ceiling…

"There!" she shouted, pointing to a space in the air.

Sero shot tape. To everyone's surprise, it wrapped around something. Kohaku appeared, pulling him with her velocity before she sprang back and hit him. Knocking them both to the floor. Kohaku cooed happily from her spot on Sero's chest. He gave a weak smile and a thumbs-up, trying to get the wind back in him. 

Kirishima went and picked her up. He grinned at her. But she seemed unsure of his pointed teeth. "That's an awesome power you got, little dude! Mine's not half as cool." 

He hardened himself up and Kohaku was instantly mesmerised. She turned herself into diamond. Clinking her hands against his hard skin, sputtering out happy gurgles. 

"Really? That's all it took?" Hagakure wondered.

Something strange began to happen the longer Kirishima played with Kohaku. She began to deform her skin. Eventually, it writhed and wriggled. Her whole body trembled. She took partial form once, twice - three times. Kirishima stared in awe as she settled on her final form.

"Oh wow!" He held Kohaku up to face his teacher. "Hey! Mr. Aizawa, look! She has a new ability!"

For the first time in over an hour, Shota joined his students. They all crowded around to what happened. In Kirishima's arms sat a baby that looked to be made of rock. Her skin was hard and rough, even crunchy! It had ridges, similar to Kirishima's when he hardened all the way up. Shota snapped a picture of the pair. 

Kohaku laughed, reaching for her father. Shota was surprised to find she was very dense. Not impossible to hold like the metal baby. But she felt like a small boulder. Very weighty and sturdy.

"Look at you," Shota chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I'm very proud of you, Kohaku."

Kohaku went back to normal. Shota wrinkled his nose as soon as she did. He held her slightly away from him. Apparently all that effort to change made her soil her diaper. He wasn't the only one that smelled it. A few others were covering their noses. Some even gagging.

"I'm going to change her. I'll be back in a few minutes." Shota took her to a side room with the diaper bag. He decided it was time to give his wife a call.

"Hey," she croaked as the line crackled to life.

"You sound worse than this morning," he noted grimly. "Are you taking care of yourself?"

[Name] coughed. "Of course. I've had three glasses of water today. Plus I've been downing cough drops like candy."

"Drink more. I'll pick you cold medicine on my way home from work."

"I can go get it, you have Kohaku -"

Shota rolled his eyes. "I can handle her all on my own."

"Has she been good today?"

He grinned to himself. "Exceptional. I'm changing her now, so I thought I would call and check in on my lovely wife."

"I can't wait for you guys to get home," [Name] admitted. "It's unnerving how quiet it is. And I haven't been away from Kohaku this long before. I keep thinking I hear her crying."

"You need some rest." Shota frowned. "I'll call you again before we leave. We love you."

[Name] sighed in defeat, much too tired to argue. "I love you both, too. I'll talk to you later."

Shota hung up and finished changing Kohaku. He washed his hands, then took her back to the gym. "Are you ready to continue play time?"

All of his students had a new heir of determination. They'd seen what she could do now. Shota didn't know if they'd come up with a plan, or we're just being over confident.

"You have just over an hour until the end of the day," he announced. "So let's make this interesting."

"Wait - didn't Mina destroy one of her toys?" Midoriya asked. The class paled in realization. "Shouldn't we be out?"

Shota shook his head. "The toy Ashido melted down was made by Yaoyarozu. It wasn't one I brought with us. So you all haven't failed - for now. At the moment, only Todoroki and Kirishima are safe -"

"Why is shitty hair safe?!" Bakugo blazed.

"He helped her realize a new ability. I think that's a feat that deserves to be rewarded."

Kirishima grinned. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Aizawa!"

"Which leads me to the next part." This whole, honestly, couldn't have gone any better. This was better than he'd originally planned. "I want to see if anyone else can help Kohaku develop her quirk. As long as she isn't hurt, you can try to encourage her any way you see fit. The offer from earlier still stands. Anyone who succeeds is given extra credit, if you win. And gets to skip Midnight's, most likely elicit, sex education class, should you fail. - Your time begins now."

Shota put Kohaku down. She immediately went to Kirishima and rocked up. He hardened up himself as he picked her up.

"Maybe it isn't manly, but you're just so adorable," he said and gave her a little squeeze. 

"Oi, shitty hair!" Bakugo raged, marching over. "How is anyone else supposed to get a chance if you don't put the brat down?!"

"Insult my daughter again, Bakugo," Shota warned, eyes glowing. "And you'll wish Nemuri's class was the worst thing in your future."

Bakugo huffed. "Yeah, whatever."

"So…." Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll give it a go!" Sato stepped forward, downing a thing of sugar. Kohaku was unimpressed as he powered up and flexed some. He gave up pretty quickly.

"It's okay, you tried your best," Ashido encouraged as he passed her. 

Kaminari stepped up next, flashing electricity in the palm of his hand. Kohaku seemed to enjoy the show, but there was no sense that she was trying to change. 

"Oh, c'mon," Kaminari groaned. "Don't you want to be an electric baby?"

"So she can fry herself and be as dumb as you?" Jiro teased. "I think not."

"Alright then, you give it a go!" Kaminari slunk away dejectedly.

Jiro and Kohaku exchanged a long glance. Then she extended her earphone jacks towards her. However Jiro retracted them immediately as Kohaku reached for them.

"Sorry, Kohaku," she said and jerked thumb behind her. "But you're not doing to me what you did to Tsu."

"You all aren't doing it properly," Iida scolded, stepping forward. "Allow me to demonstrate. Kirishima, put her down."

Kirishima did as he was asked. Kohaku was not very pleased. She went back to normal as she eyed Iida.

"Look here, little one," Iida instructed. He showed off his leg engines, revving them for show. Kohaku tilted her head. 

Iida took a sprint around the room. Then came to a stop in front of her again. Kohaku laughed at that, reaching her arms out. 

Iida shook his head. "Now you try."

Kohaku pouted. Kirishima laughed. "She wants you to pick her. Maybe if you took her on a run with you?"

Iida glanced between his classmate and the baby. Finally, he sighed and picked her up. He tucked her to his chest with one arm, then took off into a sprint. Shota had a feeling her hair was going to be a big knotted mess afterwards.

Kohaku looked slightly green as they came to a stop. Iida put her down, then gave her a small lecture on how his engines work. How she could incorporate them. But, honestly, she was a baby. So of course the whole thing was lost to her.

"You do know that's not how children work, right?" Uraraka asked.

Ashido crouched in front of her, conjuring a whole hand of grey mush. "How about you become a slime baby for Auntie Mina?"

"You sound stupid," Bakugo snapped. "Stop calling yourself that."

Ashido threw the slime at him. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody asked you!"

It took a few people to cool him down. The sound as his hands began to pop got Kohaku's attention. She crawled right past Ashdio, who was still trying to coax out a slime baby. Kohaku sat staring up at Bakugo, watching as his hands crackled.

"What're you looking at?" he snapped, glaring at her. 

Kohaku stood as the popping stopped, and pulled one of his hands into her own. She looked closely at his palm and then flipped his hand over. She seemed dissatisfied. Kohaku made a soft pa, pa, papa, pa.

Bakugo frowned. "What are you doing?" 

"I think she wants you to use your quirk again," Sero pointed out. Kohaku continued to make the soft pa, papa, pa, pa, paap.

Bakugo sighed. But he did crouch to her height. "I need my hand back to make them pop."

Kohaku seemed to understand and immediately let go. Bakugo took a step away and lit his hands up for her. Kohaku squeezed in glee. She threw her hands up, making louder pa, papa, pa, pa!! She began running around again. Kohaku ran back through the terrain.

"Oh, way to go, Bakugo!" Mineta groaned. "You scared her. Now she's going to get out!"

"Shut it, extra," Bakugo snapped. "I didn't scare her."

"Not with his quirk, anyway," Kaminari snickered quietly. Bakugo turned to him, blazing.

Everyone went back up and over. Kohaku was nowhere in sight.

"Oh no, we lost her!" Ashido exclaimed. "I am not sitting through Miss. Midnight's class with you people!"

"She's not lost!" Midoriya exclaimed. "Look, over there!"

He pointed down by the far wall. Sure enough, Kohaku looked ready to go through it. 

"We won't reach her in time," Todoroki said.

Midoriya launched off. "I got her."

Unfortunately he went right through. Smacking face first into the wall.

"Idiot, Deku!" Bakugo took off after. "I'm not going to fail babysitting because of you!"

He landed, popping his hands again. Kohaku turned to him. She crawled over Midoriya, going to sit and watch the show.

"Wow, Bakugo is surprisingly good with kids," Ashido said, faintly.

Everyone dropped down to sit by Kohaku. There wasn't much time left. They just had to keep her entertained for a little while longer.

"Hey, Todoroki! Why don't you make some snow?!" Hagakure cheered.

Kaminari looked incredibly confused. "What?"

"Do you really think that will work?" Kirishima asked.

Hagakure nodded, even though no one could see it. "Sure, nobody can resist playing in the snow!"

Todoroki touched his hand to the floor. It iced up. Then a large flow started, not quite freezing all the way. Bakugo was not pleased as it crashed over him, dousing his flames. Kohaku's head popped out of the snow. She giggled happily as she looked around.

"What the hell, Half and Half?!" Bakugo yelled, melting the slush around him.

Kohaku crawled through the snow. She started taking chunks in her hand and compressing them. Everyone was a little confused when it congealed into ice. Until Kohaku started to tremble again. She stretched and jellied and shook. Then, finally, took form. This time, she looked to be made of ice. 

Shota snapped another picture. "Maybe we should let her see quirks in use more often."

"Aw, man, that's not fair!" Mineta whined.

"I mean, of course Todoroki would be good at this. He's good at everything." Hagakure shrugged. 

For the first time, Kohaku seemed to notice her. Just a uniform with no body seeming to be attached. Kohaku wandered over to her. She put her hands on where Hagakure's face should be. She was definitely surprised there was something there.

The disturbed look on Kohaku's face faded quickly. She patted Hagakure's face a few more times. Then began to shake again. She flickered a few times.

"This is amazing," Uraraka said in awe. "How do you think she's catching on to quirks so fast?"

"Observation, I suppose," Iida noted. "Look!"

Finally, Kohaku managed to flicker all the way out. Just a t-shirt and pants. She giggled to herself. Hagakure picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"I feel so flattered," she cried.

Bakugo grumbled. "She probably would've picked up my quirk, if you extras hadn't distracted her! Then she'd a real power!"

"No offense, Bakugo. But the last thing Mr. Aizawa and nurse [Name] need is another one of you," Kaminari said.

Bakugo was ready to argue again. A few people scrambled to cool him down. Shota admired the scene as they fought. Kohaku was coming along quite well. Better than he'd expected. He and [Name] had been afraid to let Kohaku around people while using their quirks. But he was starting to see how it's be beneficial to her.

Sure, there were things she'd figured out on her own. But she was very smart for her age. And her abilities with her quirk, the control, the range - it would make her something of a prodigy. He would have just to make sure to lead her down a good path. But not feel like she was being forced to do anything she didn't want to.

Shota wondered if any of the other hero courses would mind the exercise. That way Kohaku could be exposed to more, so she could learn. He'd have to have his wife take her to sit with the class beforehand. So she knew them. Then he'd take on the day of exercise. Just in case her quirk needed erasing.

"Enough of this," Iida yelled, finally. "We've nearly completed the exercise. Just a few more minutes, then you can argue about this outside."

Bakugo huffed. Kohaku became visible again and wriggled out of Hagakure's grasp. She went back to Bakugo. Pa, pa, pa!

"Yeah, pa," he groaned. He lit his hands up. But everyone nearly ran as Kohaku became an inferno. The flames were wild. Blazing and licking at people. She tottered from side to side. Melting the snow Todoroki had created.

As she tried to run off, fire still uncontrollable, Shota thought it was time to step in. He leapt down and joined his students.

"That's enough, Kohaku," he scolded. His eyes glowed and his hair flowed around him. Her flames were immediately doused. She tried to flick them back on a few times. But nothing worked. She wailed as she realized she couldn't do it anymore. "If you can't use your quirk responsibly, then you aren't going to use it at all."

Shota picked Kohaku up. She must've been getting tired from using her quirk, and playing so much the last few hours. She was getting cranky. But Shota knew she'd zonk in the car seat on the way home.

"We're calling it early, Kohaku is tired," Shota said. He wanted to add and so am I, to the end of it but refrained. "I'm proud of how each and every one of you did today. Surprisingly, you all passed. Congratulations. You're better with children than I thought."

"So - no Midnight?!" Ashdio asked excitedly.

Shota shook his head. "No, you saved yourselves. Barely."

"Uh, should someone take Deku to Recovery Girl?" Asui asked, leaning over his slumped form by the wall. "I think he knocked himself out earlier."

"Asui, you and Uraraka take Midoriya to the nurse's office while I finish up here."

Uraraka went and lightened up Midoriya, then her and Asui made their way out the door. 

"Todoroki, Kirishima, Hagakure, Bakugo - you all get extra credit. If you don't need, or want it, you're more than welcome to give it to someone else. Just let me know who."

"I know exactly what I'm using mine for!" Hagakure cheered.

"C'mon, man," Kaminari groaned, tugging at Bakugo's sleeve. "I know you have perfect grades! Give me your credit!"

Bakugo glared. "Get off me!" 

Kirishima awkwardly went up to his teacher. He grinned shyly. "Hey, Mr. Aizawa, if you ever want a babysitter, I'd be more than happy to watch Kohaku. Whenever you need."

"I'm sure she'd like that. I'll keep that in mind," Shota noted. And he would. Kohaku really seemed to like him, and he and his wife hadn't gone on a date in ages.

"Mr. Aizawa, is that all for today's exercise?" Iida asked. "Are we free to go?"

"Yes. But first - I just wanted to say thanks to all of you," Shota started. "You all did well handling her. There doesn't seem to be a scratch on her. She's learned a lot, but still has a long way to go. I know she'll keep today with her, even when she's older." Shota checked the time. They really had made it to the end of the day without an incident. "You're all free to go."

"Hey, Mr. Aizawa," Ashido started as the group left the facility. "Why did you bring Kohaku today?"

"Because even nurses have sick days." 

Kohaku slept on the way home, and while in the store. Shota couldn't wait to get home and tell his wife about his day. The one he'd planned all for her. He was sure she'd cry laughing so hard. It was all worth it if he could cheer her up, even a little bit.

The house was dark and quiet when they got in. He didn't bother flicking on any lights. Just in case it woke up Kohaku. Instead just setting down his things and going to look for his wife. She was curled up in their bed asleep in a mountain of tissues, some DVD rolling credits on her laptop. Shota laughed to himself. 

He moved everything and laid Kohaku down next to her mother. His stories would have to wait. For the time being, it was family nap time. That was truly the perfect ending to the day.

~

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I'm sorry but is your ficlet rec still open?? If yes, could I ask for some heavy angst/sad tremorbolt with no happy ending? 😭😭

Something along the lines of last kiss or last time before smth bad happens?? Just tears and broken hearts. I'm terribly, horribly sorry for craving such heavy angst. Feel free to pass this🙏❤️

Yesssss heavy angst is great :))) tyty for the request :))

~1.4k words Tw: implied death... I assume you all read the ask lol

There were nights spent under an open sky and with their hands holding one another. It was in those moments when both could truly understand what it was like to truly be one with another person. Even their breaths danced in sync as they sought out more and more from each other with growing need. And, as strange as it could be for both of them, it was passion without heat, simple sensual need without anything more.

Never in Breach’s life had the previous night felt so long ago. They went from spending midnight together on the roof devouring everything about each other to him getting separated in an attempt to scramble away from the fighting. His coms were busted, and he was losing too much blood.

He heard footsteps running close to him and he took out his pistol, the only thing that might’ve survived the fall. It felt like it was more that just his sidearm, it felt like the heaviest weights at the gym despite all the machinery that was working hard to keep him mobile. When he made eye contact with who had found him, the one blue, one brown eye that both widened in shock, he let his arm drop. Sova didn’t look too much better but at least most of his blood still seemed to be inside.

“Sorry, I’m just on edge,” he whispered, voice sounding weaker and scratchier than he’d like. He wanted to be strong for Sova, maybe so that it would encourage him to keep going without him, but that was failing.

“What happened, Breach?” He immediately sank to his knees and started brushing his fingers against the various wounds, both bandaged and not because Breach just didn’t have enough on hand. “I have more.”

Breach has seen wounds that kill, and he knows where the line is for himself. He was so close that it was futile now to do anything. “Sova, you need to go…”

It wasn’t an order, and Sova was not under his command. He could ignore him if he wanted to, but the look in his eyes gave him the same confidence in Sova as he always had in himself. That, and it was hard to deny him anything when he had that look whether it was a smile and sweet eyes, or like this, mouth set in a line and eyes intense with the glint of a hunter. Both made him want to shiver, and it was hard to say no.

“Ok… Ok,” Breach nodded his head. He pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes, feeling every breath and every motion from Sova for just a moment before he leaned back and sighed. Immediately, Sova was taking out supplies and starting to bandage on top of some of the larger gashes that were starting to bleed through. And even though he let Sova start treating him, he was keeping his eyes on the remaining supplies. The moment he thought it wouldn’t be enough for Sova himself, he would need to stop him. There’s no point in treating something that was going to kill him.

“I love you…” Sova murmured when Breach reached out

Breach nodded again. “I know, but you have to stop...”

Sova shut his eyes. Breach knew that Sova understood the logic behind his ask, but it wouldn’t make it hurt less. He already made peace with it – Sova was going through it now.

“There must be a way… I could carry you. Just leave the arms behind—”

“Where’s the fighting now?”

He wanted to believe Sova. He wanted to believe that there was a way out for him and that even if he passed out, that he’d wake up in HQ, but he was no child to be lied to.

“The upper floor. A rooftop evac. We can’t land the vulture on the ground.”

The cos device lit up and Sova momentarily stopped looking at Breach to listen to his orders.

“They’ll fight down here to come get you—”

“Tell our captain that it’s a stupid idea.” He hissed as a wave of pain washed over him from the sudden move that he made to snatch the device. Sova let him have it, and Breach spoke to Brimstone.

“Just get Sova out. He’s scraped up and trapped here with me.”

“If he gets out, you can—”

“You’ll be killing both of us if you try. At least save one.”

He’s never liked Brimstone, and vice versa, but the captain would do anything to help his squad. Breach could respect that at least.

“If Sova helps me up, I can get the top floor. I’ve slowed my bleeding, so I’ll be up for a few more minutes but…” He double checked his arms. “I have enough power in the fusion cells to draw some attention. When they’re on me, you guys should have your escape.”

“There has to be a way…”

“If there was, it’s gone now,” he muttered. He tried to stand, Sova on one side and a wall on the other. “Give us a minute or two. On my go, you guys get out.”

“…Understood.”

Breach muted his coms. There was an anger in Sova’s eyes that matched the intensity of grief in Breach’s.

“What if we—”

“You can argue with me, or we can get you out.” Breach did a quick scan of the hunter. “You’re exhausted already.”

Their walk up was quiet, though not calm. The way Sova held onto him was too tight, and when they reached the top floor, he was last to let go.

“Breach—”

“I know.” Shit. His voice cracked when he didn’t want it to. He leaned in and tried to memorize one last kiss with Sova’s hands cupping his face. Even with him bleeding out and leaned up against a wall because he couldn’t find the strength to stand, the kiss was perfect. He was also the one to stop it though, and he noted the tears starting to well up in Sova’s eye.

“Aw, don’t cry,” he murmured. “You need to get out. I’m doing this so you get out as safe as you can, you know that right? I would never risk your life for mine.”

Sova’s brows knitted together in a scowl but nodded with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Jag älskar dig.” He saw Sova’s eyes open, and he almost laughed. “I know you think it sounds more realistic like that. But I love you, the meaning is the same.”

The smile was worth the pain he was feeling right now because that was the face that would live to see tomorrow.

“We can come back for you after. Sage—”

“Don’t risk it.”

He kissed Sova one last time, the shoved him into a side staircase up to the roof to rejoin the others trying to avoid the incoming reinforcements.

“He’s going to you, Brimstone,” he said amongst the frantic calls and orders.

“Got it. We see him.”

Breach felt his arms and readjusted the parts he caught. It would give him more juice that way and he could use things more than just once.

“Let’s GO!”

Shockwaves launched forward and all the guards and soldiers on this floor, sending the flying.

“There’s our signal! Go for the vulture!”

Breach launched out a flash and peeked with it, using his pistol to take aim and draw some of the fire towards him. With the fault line and aftershock lined up, he could hear the multiple sets of footprints running towards him. The roar of the aircraft deafened everyone for a bit and explosives were launched towards the roof. From the parts of the ceiling that had been ripped open, Breach saw the disappearing form of the vulture. They were out. Now he just needed to end this.

“Breach!”

He almost froze mid swing when he heard Sova’s voice.

“If you’re alive. We’ll come back for you. I will come back for you.”

Bursts of two or three buried themselves in the various guards running towards him. Returning gunfire still made him flinch and he took cover.

“Don’t bother, Sova.”

“I will.”

He peeked back up and aimed at a few more heads that he could see. But overhead, on the roof, he saw the long barrel of a sniper rifle already aimed at him from the last time he poked his head out. The realization hit before the shot did.

“I lov—”

He had heard Sova say that a million times, but he couldn’t hear the end this time.

[marimopeace]

there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...

a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?

i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!

with isekai - in another world

you see everything from:

pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)

otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)

with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*

you see...

the same tropes!!

pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)

self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)

*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*

similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!

the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?

the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.

like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u

(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)

breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.

at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.

insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*

in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)

but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.

idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!

recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3

// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //

save me princess

super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!

the beginning after the end

an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!

trash of the count's family

such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!

this time i will definitely be happy!

v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!

silver diamond

older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!

the princess imprints a traitor

adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml

[mmmonie]

I have obey me brain rot and I physically cannot take it anymore so here are some random HCS I fucking busted out about demons under the read more (and some angel stuff thrown in. For fun. Spice is the variety of life or whatever) I formatted this on mobile so forgive me for my crimes pls..... 😔

Also as an fyi I have never written anything in my life <3 (and also I’m dyslexic) so if something sounds stupid I’m sorry lol <3 also I’m sure u can tell but I never know where to put commas so if that bothers u........sorry again lol

*There are (at least) two demonic languages: one is a bit like Latin albeit way more fucked up. The second one is spoken only. A human can learn to understand both but the second one requires a lot of concentration to discern due to the subtlety in the growls, clicks and other noises demons are capable of making. It’s also very dependent on body language, especially in demonic form.

*It would be nearly impossible for a human to be fluent in the second one because of that. (unless you’re like. A really good mimic?)

* the second one is the oldest language. The new language and it’s written counterpart are derived from it with a little twist, so you’ll still hear some interesting noises thrown in there. It would take some dedication to learn, though the written part is fairly easy once you get the hang of it. It was made to be read quickly and efficiently. The speaking part however...................good luck.

* Demons and angels can instantly pick up human languages including reading and writing. Wouldn’t do you much good to be summoned in like. Germany and not know the language LOL

* Demons purr LOL you can’t click and growl and NOT purr. Like cats, it is both a happy thing and a self soothing thing.

* There is a slight difference between a happy purr and a self soothing purr, but the difference depends entirely on the demon.

* Demons (and angels) are nearly impossible to kill. It’s also very hard to damage them in any meaningful way. They also heal very quickly, so even if you did get a good hit on one, if they managed to get away chances are they’d heal in a matter of hours.

* Stronger demons like the brothers are even MORE impervious to damage. The amount of times Beel’s reached into the oven barehanded just to pop a piping hot cookie in his mouth is insane. He swears it’s the best way to eat them.

* Angels are very stiff but very physically powerful. They have a lot of control over their bodies and are trained from a young age to be able to wield that power responsibly.

* Demons on the other hand are incredibly flexible and bounce back easily. Though your average demon might not be the same physical strength as an angel, they have agility on their side. Angels are heavy hitters where demons rely on their ability to strike multiple times very quickly.

* This was a very weird transition for the brothers, though the amount of strength they had barely changed between realms. Fallen angels don’t change that much strength wise, but a little bit is burned up in the fall (to protect themselves.)

* Angels may be strong but demons also posses a massive amount of strength and have to learn to control it over time. This is known as a “juvenile phase” but it happens at different ages depending on how they were born. Fallen angels do not go through this as they have already learned to keep a grip on their power. Do I have an entire separate post ready about this bc I just couldn’t shut up? Maybe...

* There are four ways of being “born” a demon. Fallen angels, half demons, human borns and natural demons.

* Humans can choose to be turned into demons, but it is a very painful process and they won’t be able to gain any strength, what they get is what the get. They are referred to as “human born” and were considered the lowest of the humanoid demons until Diavolo came into power.

* Human born used to just be made whenever by whoever but that caused problems. Demons would make human borns and then just leave them to flounder about by themselves in an unknown territory. Diavolo’s father put an end to that during his reign, but “accidents” still happen. Now you have to do paperwork if you want to turn your human friend/lover into a demon lol.

* The ceremony for turning humans into demons is incredibly complex, which is why banning making human born unless given permission is less of a problem than you’d think.

* Half demons are just that, they’re only half demon. Most are half human but there are a few other kinds of magical creatures mixed in there. They aren’t as strong as a natural demon nor a fallen angel but they can gain power through their other ancestry. Many of them specialize in unique kinds of magic.

* Half human/demon children aren’t as rare as you’d think they are. This is due to the fact that demons have all sorts of ways to keep a demonic baby alive. Ranging from shapeshifting and (magically) taking the baby themselves once it’s grown enough to handle the transition to various forms of potions and spells to help a human along.

* Half demons and natural demons have the luxury of being born already (mostly) acclimated to the devildom, making some of the transitions that come with a demons lifespan easier on them than human born and fallen angels.

* Angels are taught to control/ignore their instincts where demons are taught to rely on/embrace theirs. Because demonic instincts often work against the things taught in the celestial realm fallen angels have a hard time adjusting to their new environment. Though, as their sins overtake them, their instincts become easier to fall back on.

* Demons have multiple forms, not just the two shown in game. All in all, the brothers have 5, each becoming less and less humanoid.

* Half/human born demons are more likely to have both a tail and wings in their first demonic form. Stronger demons like the brothers are merely showing off the strongest of the two, but everyone has both. (Bc I think they slap LOL *points* u get a tail and wings! *u get a tail and wings*)

* •a demons features can be influenced by what sin they are, but it’s not a hard or fast rule. Don’t be surprised if a demon who looks more akin to Mammon is actually a Sloth demon.***this does not apply to little Ds who’s look is entirely dependent on their sin. Little Ds are an entirely separate conversation 😈

* human borns/half demons can have two sins assigned to them, though this makes them less powerful in both. Usually there is a more prominent sin.

* Diavolo’s rule has helped quite a bit with bringing humans into a new better light, and many natural born demons who haven’t been able to interact with the human realm have become increasingly curious about humans and the way they work. Much of this is due to media that was brought from the human world to sedate Dia’s intense curiosity.

* In the eyes of many older demons, humans are merely playthings and it is expected that most demons will eventually mate with at least one other demon. A human and a demon dating is seen as just infatuation on the demons part, and it’s often thought that there are no real feelings behind a relationship like that. However there have been/are many successful and happy human/demon relationships.

* Demons don’t really have a concept of marriage. They live so long there really isn’t a point to tying yourself to one single person (or a few people) However, that’s not to say that there aren’t relationships like that. There are binding ceremonies for expressing love and devotion to other beings and it has its own unique culture.

* though the gates to the human realm are still technically closed and have been for a long time, demons can still be summoned by witches (sorcerers, wizards, warlocks, whatever you call yourself.) They can also be successfully summoned if you are not a magic user, however this is rare and often can go wrong, much like horror movies.

* Summoning very powerful demons like the brothers is incredibly hard even for an extremely experienced magic user, so often the demon you get claiming to be Satan really isn’t LOL. There are demons who are actually assigned to go to summonings in the place of the seven lords of hell, but many demons will just take on the role to fuck around with whomever summoned them. You think a prince of hell has time to just go possess some object or person for fun? (Ok...Mammon Satan and Belphie might.......if they’re bored enough LOL)

* Demons are actually relatively cuddly creatures. They might be a little rough with strangers but base instincts with family members will always be to coddle rather than fight. They’re more like humans in that right.

* Angels don’t do much casual touching, they’re very uptight. Beel and Belphie being as close as they are was a bit of an oddity in the celestial realm. That’s not to say angels don’t need causal touch lol just that they were trained to avoid that “temptation”.

* the brothers had a hard time starting out in the Devildom because of this. They still have a hard time with casual touches, which is why they seem so touched starved with the MC.

Things I might elaborate on later:

* There is a difference between demons, incubi and succubi but it’s not what you think it is.

* Demons, angels and humans all have very different takes on gender.

* The juvenile phase (DO not tempt me I wrote out like 1000 words about it bc I couldn’t shut the fuck up)

* Animals in the Devildom are fucked up. I WILL fucking talk about this bc it’s my passion.

* Pacts and how they work..........

* Maybe I’ll also elaborate on the hierarchy/power structure of demons sometimes