#it all started when i interviewed to get onto a course and they said they’d send the enrollment email within the day

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This week has really been one of those that has me straight up not wanting to leave my house or contact anyone or do anything because something seems to go wrong with everything I do

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Blushing Boy

Drew Starkey x Reader

Summary: There were few things that made Drew Starkey lose his confidence, in fact, perhaps only one could truly ever do it; you. He didn’t know how, or why, but you just seemed to have that goddamn effect on him.

Warnings: Nothing besties, just fluffy as heck

Author’s Note: Thank you so so much for the love on my other post, I just had to post this one too !! Please please send in any requests you have my angels <3

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You were just about nearing the end of press for Outer Banks Season 3, and all bases had been covered - you’d done interviews to see how well you knew your cast mates, ones looking at scenes from the show, and, of course, the puppy interview. Today was your last day, though all of you were split up in different places, on different projects, and so the last day of interviews would be done over zoom. This was your first experience working on the show, having come in to play Rafe’s love interest as the start of the season. Thankfully, the fans had fallen in love with you, and especially with your storyline with Drew. So much so, in fact, that they’d started to ship you two as actors as well, adoring every moment that they saw you spend together. The two of you were just friends, but you can’t say you didn’t find it amusing whenever theories were made. And, being honest, some of the edits did make you two look cute.

That was your side of things, anyway. Drew had fallen for you at the same rate that Rafe had fallen for your character. He wanted to see you every morning you started work, waiting to catch sight of you on set. He wanted to film all of his scenes with you, watching in awe whenever you acted. He was mesmerised whenever he saw you at events, amazed by you from the red carpets to the earliest of mornings. Drew felt like a schoolboy around you, stumbling over his words, blushing at prolonged eye contact, ears pricking up at the sound of your name. And it only got worse the more he saw of you.

“Okay, thank you guys all for joining me today,” The interviewer begins, smiling widely into the screen, “We’ve got Madelyn, Chase, Madison, Rudy, Jonathon, Carlacia, Drew and (Y/N), the cast of season three of Outer Banks, now streaming on Netflix. How are you guys doing?”

“I’m good,” Madelyn smiles.

“I’m tired, I flew back from Paris today and I’m so jetlagged,” Madison laughs.

“Okay, we’ll start off with a question for Chase, how has it been with the new additions to the cast this season - with Carlacia and (Y/N). How does that fit in with the dynamic of you guys working together?”

Chase leans closer to his microphone and speaks, “You know I think we got really lucky again to work with another great group of people, we all get on so well and these two just fit in perfectly with that, and it makes it so easy to go to work when you’re with such a good bunch.”

“Amazing, and (Y/N), what was your experience like being on set?”

You shift in your seat, glancing at all of the faces on screen, “Like Chase said, it was just ideal getting to work with everyone, it’s like being on one long holiday all working together, you’re out in the sun everyday, you’re on the water, you’re doing stunts, it was just such a great experience. And I was so lucky to get to share the screen with Drew, he makes it so easy to come into work everyday and, I mean, it’s not exactly hard to pretend to fall in love with him.”

You glance at him on the screen and the way his eyes seem so transfixed as you speak, like he holds onto every syllable one at a time. He’s wearing a purple t-shirt that brings out his eyes and his hair is messy in that sort of perfect way it always was.

“And Drew, what was it like to be working with (Y/N) so closely?”

“Yeah, I mean,” He coughs over his words, “It was great, (Y/N) is just perfect to work with, I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. She’s so talented, and kind and supportive as an actress and she just made me want to get up every day and come into work.”

You’re sure your cheeks heat with the vulnerability of what he has said. His are bright red too, and you’re relieved for a moment to share the same feeling even across the screen.

A few more questions are asked, Rudy explains about how many injuries he managed to pick up on set and Jonathon tells an embarrassing story about you and Madelyn from the wrap party. And then attention falls back to you and Drew.

“So, whilst I’ve got you guys here, I have to ask Drew and (Y/N) about the rumours that have been going around about you two, can you tell me anything the fans will want to hear?”

You laugh, slightly allowing yourself a bit more time before you figure out what to say, “You know, these things are inevitable when you play a couple on a show. But I think we take it as a compliment if anything, at least it was convincing enough for people to believe us, you know? Right Drew?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Drew chuckles dryly, “I’m just glad they know that we don’t hate each other.”

“Are you blushing Starkey?!” Rudy exclaims, coming closer to the screen.

Drew laughs and looks away, biting the tip of his tongue between his teeth, “Shut it Pankow.”

Everyone laughs but it’s as if you can feel all eyes on the two of you, and in that moment, all you want it for him to be there with you to share the attention. For him to be close enough that your hand could brush his, your eyes could focus solely on Drew’s, your laugh in rhythm with his. And, in that moment, perhaps for the first time, you realise that maybe those edits had realised something before you had.

“Okay, well it’s been great speaking to you guys, thank you so much for joining me,” The interviewer finishes up, closing off before telling you that you’re all done and you can log off from the call.

You shut your laptop and pull out your phone to see notifications already bursting through. They’re all from the groupchat you had with the other girls.

Oh my god did you see his face?

Are you kidding me rn??? That boy is in love with you

I’ll never forgive you if you don’t date Starkey fr

You laugh, fingers hovering over the buttons as you try to figure out a response. You wanted to tell them that they were being stupid, that there was no reason for them to think like that. But you can’t bring yourself to lie to them.

You swipe away from that chat, scrolling the short way down to where Drew’s chat with you was. The last thing he’d sent you was a fan made video of the two of you, a video from set where he had you on his shoulders in the pool and both of you fell under.

When you go to text him, he’s already typing.

And this time, you’re the one that’s blushing.

[deanwritings]

The Guest House - Chapter 6

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Series Summary: Dean Winchester is going through a nasty divorce. He doesn't have much left to his name, but what he does have is his house. Leave it to his soon-to-be ex wife to find a way to even ruin that for him. Enter Y/N, who is looking to get away from life for a bit, and stumbles right into the middle of it all.

The Guest House Master List

Word Count: 3,288

A/N: Almost missed this week's chapter because I've been obsessively reading Fourth Wing and Iron Flame. Took a lot of willpower to put the books down and get this finished 😅

You were absolutely shocked, flabbergasted, dismayed, aghast, and every other word in the thesaurus when Dean offered to be your hiking buddy. 

Never in a million years did you ever expect the man to offer you any favors, not alone fix your car, and definitely not take you hiking. 

After he left for work, a part of you still wanted to go. You weren’t one to wait around if you didn’t have to, but if you were being honest with yourself, you had been scared to go alone. The only times you had ever hiked alone was when you were a fearless teenager, and even then you had your 110 pound dog, Beau, by your side, so you never had to worry about someone bothering you. Plus, those were your home trails, you knew them even when you took a wrong turn. Mount Carmel was entirely new to you. Even though the hiking reviews said the trails were relatively easy, there was always a chance of missing a trail marker, especially being out of season. Hiking markers were typically re-sprayed in spring, so it had been almost a year of weathering the elements since the last time they’d likely have been updated. 

And of course, the big question ringing in your mind – could you trust Dean? The truth was, you didn’t know much about him. Every interaction up until that point had been contentious at best. Not to mention that gun he first greeted you with. Sure, you two had a nice morning together, but was that enough to trust him and let him lead you through the woods alone? 

So you decided to give Sydney a call.

“Absolutely not.” Her voice rings through the receiver. “Just cause he was nice to you once means nothing.” You sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch. 

“I know.” And you do. That’s why you were calling her for a second opinion. “But he actually seemed genuine. Surprisingly so.”

“Nope. No. No way.” She reinforces her position on it. “Please don’t make me have to do an interview on Dateline. I will not be nice. I will say ‘I told her not to go but she was dumb and didn’t listen.’ Twitter will have a field day with it.” You laugh quietly as you let your head fall against the back of the couch, staring up at the plank ceilings that match the floors. 

“Fair enough,” you conceded, knowing that what she’s saying is absolutely true. “But what if I told you he was really hot?” You raise your eyebrows even though she can’t see you. 

The other line is silent for a moment.

“How hot we talking? Like Tom Hiddleston hot or Chris Hemsworth hot?”

“Hemsworth, definitely.” You smile as you think about Dean’s defined features; a strong jaw covered in a few days worth of scruff and his oddly beautiful green eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever considered a man’s eyes beautiful until you met him. You also enjoyed the way his hair swooped over his forehead. It wasn’t long, per say, but you definitely could see yourself grabbing a handful of it if the time were right.

“Are we forgetting the vindictive ex-wife?” Sydney chimes in, breaking you from your daydreaming before it takes a shameful turn. “I mean, he had to do something to her to make her hate him that much.”

“I’m not trying to marry him, Syd.” You roll your eyes. “Yeah, he’s kinda an asshole, but he’s a hot asshole. And it’s not like I’m going to be around here much longer.” You only had about two weeks left on your rental, and now that Dean was starting to come around to you, the thought crossed your mind that maybe he could be that vacation fling you had been hoping to find. 

“Okay, well I gotta get back to work.” You can hear her heels click before background voices filter in. You glance over to the kitchen clock; 1:31. Her lunch break was ending. “Just make smart choices, please.” Her voice pleads just a bit. You know she trusts you, but you would be looking out for her if the roles were reversed. 

“Always do, Sydy. I’ll text you later.” 

As you hang up, you realize that you haven’t actually gotten lunch yet for yourself. You had some cold cuts in the fridge, but considering you were supposed to be out hiking right now, you were antsy to get out of the house. 

You decide it’s a good day to head back into town and grab some lunch, and who knows, maybe you’ll run into a certain mechanic. The idea has you smiling as you grab your coat and throw on your boots, not before freshening up with some quick makeup before you go. Just in case. 

Thankfully, your car starts with just one easy press of the ignition, and your lips turn upward as you think about Dean saving you this morning. 

A few minutes later, you’re parked downtown, this time getting a spot right in front of BILLIES. Your eyes scan the street, not seeing the tell-tale forest green truck of your neighbor. 

It had been wishful thinking, but you still need lunch so you head inside.

“Afternoon, hun.” Billie herself greets you, and you give her a wave as you take a seat at the counter. This was your fourth visit now, and each time Billie had always greeted you with a warm smile and treated you like a regular, even though she knew you were leaving soon. 

She drops a menu and a water in front of you.

“You know the deal.” She gives you a smirk before turning towards the kitchen. And you do. Once you are ready to order, just flag her down.

You’ve been making a point to order something new each time you visit, so today you were going with a chipotle turkey cheeseburger, curly fries, and your usual Diet Coke. 

Once your food is ready, Billie drops it in front of you, but you stop her before she can hurry away. Even with a near-empty diner, she always manages to find something to keep her busy.

“Hey, can I get your opinion on something?” She nods, her hair bouncing around her as she drops a hand to her hip.

“What’s up, hun?” 

“You know Dean pretty well, right?” Her chestnut eyes narrow at you. 

“Sure do,” Her tone is lighter than her gaze. “Known that boy since he was a tyke. Babysat him and his brother a few times.” 

Well that was interesting, you didn’t know Dean had a brother. Not that you would, but considering all your run-ins, you assumed he would have been around. Maybe he didn’t live here anymore. 

“He offered to take me hiking on Mount Carmel on Thursday. Obviously I barely know him, he’s safe to go with right? Like, I don’t have to worry about him killing me or anything?” Her head falls back with a deep laugh, and her hands clap together. It takes her a moment to collect herself as her chest heaves, and she wipes a tear away from her eye. You just watch her with wide eyes as she draws the attention of the few patrons enjoying a late lunch. 

“Oh, LORD, I have not laughed like that in a while.” She throws a hand onto her chest. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” You assume from her reaction. 

“Sweetie, that boy is harmless.” She assures you, a hint of laughter still in her tone. “A pain in the ass, maybe, but you don’t have anything to worry about with Dean.” 

“Well that I knew.” You pick up a fry and take a bite.

“How’d you manage to talk him into taking you for a hike anyhow?” Billie asks as she rests one hand on the counter and the other finding its way back to her hip.

“He offered,” you shrug, biting into another fry as her eyebrows shoot up. 

“He offered to take you hiking?” She parrots in disbelief and you nod. Her eyes look you up and down and you suddenly sit up straighter under her scrutiny. 

“What?” You now feel self-conscious. You don’t know what she’s looking at or for, but heat rises to your ears and cheeks as she looks you over. 

She just tsks and shakes her head, pushing off the counter. 

“Just surprised is all.” She gives a small shrug as someone behind you flags her down. “Enjoy your meal, hun.” 

And with that, she hurries into the dining room, leaving you confused and hungry as you pick up your burger and dig in.

Dean’s toweling off his hair, the bathroom steamed and warm from his shower, when his phone buzzes on the counter. 

He clicks his phone alive, 7:02 in big white numerals above the text notification bearing your name. 

He stands up a little straighter as he clicks open the text, his eyes quickly scanning your words.

If the offer still stands, I wouldn’t mind a hiking buddy on Thursday. 

He smiles down at the text. He obviously didn’t know you very well, but he fully anticipated you ignoring his warning and going hiking alone today anyways. 

But his shoulders drop as he realizes he’s now committed to a hike and he drops his head back. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he tossed his damp towel in the hamper and heads into the bedroom, thinking about his response as he grabs some sweats, a henley, and a thick pair of socks, because god damn, it was cold out. 

 Once he’s changed, he picks his phone back up.

Consider it done. He texts back as he heads downstairs to whip up some dinner. 

Dean didn’t have a lot of skills outside the auto shop, but one thing he was good at was cooking. He spent a lot of his childhood watching cooking shows with his mom as she tried to up her own ability, his early years being a lot of tv dinners and mac and cheese. By the time he was a teenager, she could pull together the most delicious pot roast and mashed potatoes you ever had. And Dean was her number one helper. 

“My little sous chef.” She would call him until he begged her to stop one day when he was twelve. 

The thought makes him smile, and he realizes he hasn’t called her in a while.

Once he gets out the ingredients he needs, he grabs his headphones and pops them into his ears.

“Hey Siri,” He unwraps the strip steak and slaps it down onto a cutting board. “Call mom.”

The phone rings as he heavily salts the beef.

“Dean!” His mother's excitement makes him wince as it nearly blows out his eardrums.

“Hi, mom,” he smiles, happy to be talking to her for the first time in well over a week. He tried to call her every few days, but as his divorce has been draining him mentally and financially, he’s been calling less. And at this moment, he feels really bad about it. 

“It’s been a while.” She says much softer. “How are things?” The genuineness in her voice immediately eases the stress that has burrowed in his shoulders ever since Lisa left. 

As he heats up and butters his cast iron skillet, he fills his mom in on happenings at the shop, Mary needing full updates on Benny, Adam, and the rest of the gang. How the divorce is going, and Dean fills her in about his guest. 

“Dean,” she sighs. He knows this divorce hurts her. She had loved Lisa like the daughter she never had, and was so excited to watch her son start his life with what she thought was a lovely woman. He still remembers her heartbreak when he told her that he caught Lisa cheating and that she had left him.

“Sweetheart, is this really worth dragging on?” He rolls his eyes as he bastes the steak. 

Here comes the mom lecture. 

“I really wish you could just move on from all this. I know she hurt you, but Dean, how long are you going to continue giving her power over your life?” His shoulders drop as he sighs. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move on, but to be honest, he just didn’t know how. Everything went so wrong so fast, his head was spinning like a top, and that was before he found Lisa in bed with Gavin. 

“I really want you to be happy, Dean.” The break in her voice has him shaking his head. This was another reason he hasn’t been calling as often. He didn’t want his own mother to pity him. 

Here he was, 32 years old, in the middle of a divorce, with nothing but a house and bitterness, while his brother was thriving. 

At 28, Sam was proving to be a shining star at the law firm he started with when he graduated law school. And last month, he proposed to his college sweetheart, Jessica. His life was just beginning, while Dean’s was stuck in the mud. 

“I am happy, mom.” He lies. “And I’ll be a lot happier once this divorce is over and Lisa is out of my life for good.” He carefully flips his steak, continuing to baste so it doesn’t burn. He can hear his mother’s sigh in his ears. She always knew when he was lying.

“Are you coming up to visit anytime soon?” She changes the subject.

“Actually, I’m coming up this weekend. There’s a car auction Sunday and Rick wants me to come tune up a few of his cars before he puts them on the block.” 

“Oh good!” His mother’s excitement returns, and they carry on with their conversation. 

Fifteen minutes later, Dean carries his finished plate to the table; seared stripe steak and roasted green beans with some leftover potatoes he had from a few nights ago. 

He rubs his hands together before he cuts into the steak, humming at the perfectly medium rare center. 

After a few bites, he picks up his phone, and sees he has a missed text from you stamped 24 minutes ago, while he was on the phone with his mom. 

Not sure if you wake up early on your days off, but if you do, I was thinking a sunrise hike? But if not I’m happy to go anytime. 

Dean purses his lips as he takes another bite, this time mixing in some mashed potato. 

He Googles Thursday’s sunrise: 6:59am. The hiking trails were about 25 minutes away, and it takes about an hour to hike to the lookout. Doing the math backwards, they would have to leave here by 5:30am. Definitely a little early for his taste on his one day off this week, but he invited himself on your hike, so he was going to swallow down his own distaste for that early of a start and agree. 

Sounds good to me. Meet me in the driveway 5:30am. We can take my car. 

Dean’s about to put his phone down but the three text bubbles jump up on the screen, and only a few seconds later, your next text.

On second thought, how about a post-sunrise hike? 

Dean smiles and lets you know that works, and you agree to meet in the driveway at 7:30am instead. 

See you then. You reply, and Dean closes out the screen and returns to his dinner. 

He’s not sure why, but he feels almost excited for tomorrow. Which is odd considering how much he fucking hates hiking. And though you two have been civil, he still wouldn't say he likes you. He just doesn’t dislike you anymore, finally able to separate you from the scheme Lisa dropped you into.

But Dean doesn’t dwell on it, more than likely just looking forward to a change of scenery as he takes a big bite of steak and settles into his seat.

“I can’t believe you consider this fun,” Dean huffs behind you, watching every step he takes as you transverse the mountainside. The incline is not overly steep, and thankfully the path isn’t too rocky, but the real danger is the one Dean warned you about; the ice. Thankfully you haven’t fallen flat on your ass, but you’ve definitely slipped a few times, once which had you rolling out your ankle to make sure you hadn’t sprained it only fifteen minutes in. 

“No one forced you to come.” You remind him with an easy breath as you focus back on your own steps, your gloved hands resting easy on the lapels of your backpack. Not that you’re trying to taunt him while he seems to be struggling as he staggers behind you.

“You know, you could walk on a flat road.” Dean continues to complain a few minutes later, as the trees start to fall away, replaced by boulders and lingering snow patches. “I mean, really, what the hells the difference? There’s plenty of trees on the road by my place if that’s what you’re looking for.” He gripes as you turn over your shoulder, watching as he steps around an iced-over puddle.  

“Tell me Dean, are you always this grumpy, or do I just seem to bring out the worst in you?” You pause and fully look towards him, dropping your hands across your chest as he takes a few more cautious steps, closing the distance between you as he steps up on a rock, the added height making him tower over you.

You’ve been at this for almost an hour, and Dean has complained almost every chance he’s had. It was very clear that he did not enjoy hiking, and it was starting to sour your morning. This was supposed to be your get-into-nature, positive energy, meditative morning hike. You had no problem taking this hike alone, he was the one who invited himself. So it was time he started acting like the guest he was. 

“Must be you, sweetheart.” He grins widely down at you, his white teeth flashing, and you suck in a breath as your heart halts.

Holy shit, this man is beautiful. His hair is tucked into a gray knit hat, and his broad frame is hidden under a thick, camel hunting coat. But his eyes. Those green eyes are shining bright in the early morning sun, and they may be the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen, on a man or woman. It’s almost unfair. 

Truly, what the hell is a man as good-looking as Dean doing hiding away in this small town? Especially with the city only two hours away. He could easily be a model or an actor if he wanted to. The world opens doors for beautiful people. 

“Lucky me,” you regain your composure and return a tight smile as you turn on your heel, but as you shift, your left foot slips out from under your boot and you start to fall forward, your hands shooting out to brace your fall just as two hands grip your hips, catching you. 

“Warned you about that ice.” You can hear the cheeky grin in his voice as he helps you straighten up, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin through your workout tights before he lets go.

You want to shoot back a sassy remark, but you bite your tongue.

“Thank you.” You offer instead, turning towards him carefully as to not lose your footing again. 

“Don’t mention it,” he smiles down at you as he pushes past, taking the lead for the first time since you started your hike, and you have no choice but to follow.

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“This is weird, right?” You say to yourself once you’re back to your little cabin. Who the fuck goes on a trip with a man they barely know, to stay with his mother of all people. 

Aunt Rose would. Your inner voice rings out. Hell, she would jump at the opportunity for the chance at a fun weekend at a fancy car show. 

I mean, it did sound cool. You’ve never been to a car show before, not that you know much about them, but you do “ohhh” and “ahhh” whenever a nice car drives by. You can at least appreciate them. And what were you going to do this weekend? The loneliness was starting to grate at you. Turns out four weeks alone wasn’t as relaxing as you expected it to be. It was nice at first, but now it was getting boring. You’ve hiked, you’ve read, you’ve meditated, you’ve shopped. Though it sounds like the town is bustling with city tourists during the warmer months, there was not much going on while there’s snow on the ground. Really, the only thing you could think of was to head to Max’s. Maybe you could meet someone this time, and not get interrupted since Dean won’t be around. 

But you know that’s not what you want to do. 

Oh god, Sydney is going to murder me. 

You pick up your phone and open a text.

I’m in. 

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✨WIP Wednesday✨

pairing: Fox x OFC (Daria Trace, and you get soft!Daria today)

Fox flirts and flatters his way to a favor from his favorite matchmaker. (super rough first draft action)

Rating: G but minors aren’t supposed to be here 👀

“You know,” Fox began, “If I have to keep coming to your rescue like this, I’m going to start thinking you just want me around.”

Daria blinked several times, her ever glossy lips parting slightly before snapping shut. Her eyes were wide as they locked onto his visor. For the first time since he’d met her, the quick witted matchmaker was at a loss for words.

“I’m fucking with you, Trace,” he said with a smirk. He’d never seen her flustered before, and he found that he liked it. Knowing he was the one who could sneak past her armor of cool professionalism gave him a thrill he couldn’t resist.

“Of course you are,” She said, recovering quickly, mask back in place. She envied his helmet, hiding all of his reactions from her.

“Everyone knows you don’t date.”

“I do date. I just-“ She paused. “Who’s everyone?”

“The vode,” He said folding his arms.

“Oh,” Daria said, frowning slightly before realization dawned on her face. “I only told that ARC I don’t date because he was flirting with me during his interview.”

“It’s true though. If any of the boys saw you on a date, they’d be gossiping about it. They’re very concerned about you finding a nice person for yourself. Especially Thorn.”

“I didn’t realize my love life would be so interesting to them.”

“They feel like they owe you one. It’s why we show up so fast when you call,” Fox confessed.

“See? That’s why I do what I do. Guys that sweet deserve every chance at happiness,” She said with a bright smile. “Speaking of which, I’m still waiting for your match to come in. I made a promise to Thorn, and I’m going to keep it.”

“What promise?” Fox asked, tilting his head at her.

“To find someone to make you take your days off,” She replied. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that time.

“He just wants me out of the office, so he and Hound can play fetch with Grizzer in the halls.”

“A promise is a promise, and I always keep those, so watch out,” She said with smirk.

“With the way you attract trouble, I’m always watching out for you, Trace,” he laughed softly, and Daria felt her face warming up. “If you’re feeling generous, do you think you could make a promise to me?”

“Within reason,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Give Neyo another shot?”

Daria quirked a brow at him. “I said within reason, Commander.”

“Look, you’re good at this. Scary good. I thought it sounded ridiculous at first, but Thorn, Hound, Cody, Wolffe,” he trailed off a moment before tugging off his helmet. “You worked magic with them. I’m just asking you to try one more time.”

“If you’re trying to play on my professional ego, it’s working,” she said, letting her eyes roam his face. “Fine, but only for you, and I swear if he gets sideways with me again…”

“He won’t. But if he does, I’m only one call away,” Fox assured her, his voice softer than velvet.

“Deal.”

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[mythrite]

An Interview with Sergeant Switchblade

“…oh it’s you again.”

“Correct. Go on, take a seat.”

“Now, I believe it’s time to let the viewers know something about you, no?”

“Right. Yeah. Could ya give me your name first—I know we see each other all the time but you never said anythin’ ‘bout it.”

“Silvia. Silvia Mythrite.”

“…Same name?”

“Mhm. It’s a complicated explanation but to keep it short my boss created you… and me. Yeah, she isn’t the best with naming.”

”Huh… aight let’s just get this damn interview over with.”

“Okay Sergeant Mythrite… you’d prefer Switchblade instead?”

“Switch. I believe that’s best for those viewers.”

“Alright, Switch. Let’s start simple. Tell us about yourself and your skills in the military.”

“Uhm… Well I’m good at pretty much everythin’… snipin’, rough and shitty terrains, clearing’, demolitions… not as good as Soap of course. Definitely lean more into close quarters shite, though.”

“On a scale of one to ten, how good are you at all that?”

“Giving one is just some Joe, and ten is an expert… I’d say somewhere five to seven. Close quarters’ a solid nine.”

”You use that butterfly knife for that stuff?”

“Nah… she ain’t one for constant stabbing. But she likes a little blood every now an’ then. Butterfly knife is last resort.”

“Damn. Now, let’s get it over with…”

“…don’t tell me.”

“Your past. They’d love to know.”

”Fuck… fine.”

“Born normal enough, only child, lil’ suburbs an’ stuff. Didn’t really… have much of what people consider a childhood. Lacklustre—think that’s what people describe it as.”

“What about the holidays? Parents must’ve done something about those.”

“Barely a celebration, maybe a decoration or two. But none of that Santa… or trick an’ treatin’… think ya get the idea.”

”Yeah… parents were… there. Just there. Did the bare minimum of parentin’.”

“Then I turned thirteen.”

“Ah… you ready to tell that?”

“Well sheiße, yer gon’ keep buggin’ me ‘bout it until I do.”

“Fair enough.”

“Turned thirteen. Father decided it was time to prep me for the military early, and it wasn’t like I could do shite ‘bout it. Miserable, really. Treatin’ me less like the daughter than he already saw me as…”

”It… wasn’t a fun three years. He wouldn’t let me see my few friends, and I never tried talkin’ to them since then. Felt even more disconnected, didn’t know that could happen.”

“Suppose I’m a super soldier… think that’s the term.”

“God… how far do I gotta go ‘bout this?”

“That’s alright for now… let’s move onto your time actually serving.”

“Forcefully enlisted at 16, surprised they weren’t caught for abuse, really. And that’s… the last I saw of them.”

“Let’s keep it that way.”

“Aight so that’s the first time in a long while that I actually talked with other people… but I was skilled thanks to… the training.”

“Rose the ranks decently fast. Joined Special Air once I was old enough to…”

“Then Price recruited me to 141, an’ here we are.”

“Has being in Task Force 141 been beneficial to you?”

“Yes, actually. Father said a lot of things back then that I can’t get out. Seein’ an’ talkin’ to people brought me back to humanity… to the best ability. And now, too—the closeness of the Task Force helps me… live I suppose.”

“Guess 141 saved me from losing whatever was left of me, eh?”

“Thank you, Switch. You went along with this better than I was expecting.”

“We done ‘ere now?”

“Yes. You are allowed to head back to base.”

“Fuckin’ hell, finally…”

[END RECORDING]

TLDR: Switch barely had a childhood and was forced into military training when she was 13.

No, she shoves the trauma down she is NOT fine.

[dominimoonbeam]

Holding Out for a Hero - 6

The Dashlin bodyguard au continues! david/asher/darlin

For fic from the start check out ao3. <3

tags: an unwanted kiss, communication is key, darlin be pissed

Holding Out for a Hero - 6

The first concert was huge and Asher stayed on his toes, just trying to figure out the rhythm of the whole process. Darlin told him to just keep an eye on David and within arm’s reach whenever he wasn’t on stage and then gave him noise cancelling earbuds that they could talk to him through if necessary.

The venue was outdoors and the crowd swelled as daylight fell.

David was amazing. Asher had known that, of course, but watching clips of his concerts on YouTube and seeing him live was completely different—especially after having spent the last couple weeks with him. He was different on stage, comfortable in a different way than he’d been in his own home. It was like as soon as the music started, he relaxed. It was hard to look away, but Asher made sure he did, always skimming the back stage and the audience.

It was a good crowd and the show went over, even though Asher knew Darlin had stressed that they needed to be on the bus and out of there before sunrise. And he got to see Darlin’s mouth press into a tight line every time David played with his audience and did another song. They were standing near Asher, just out of sight from the crowd and the cameras, but watching David. As easily as he could see their frustration as a manager, he could also see the smile trying to break free from that lip press. It was impossible to see David like this and not be happy about it.

To his surprise, even when the show ended, David didn’t go far—didn’t hustle to get back to his bus to shower and eat. He downed a couple bottles of water while Darlin talked to him. He had half a dozen quick interviews, sound bites really, and then he was supposed to take pictures with some of his fans.

Asher now understood why Darlin was stressing about time.

The interviews went well, David clearly still riding the high of a good show and everyone else along for the ride.

He even smirked in some of the fan photos, though Asher didn’t miss how he tensed every time a stranger threw an arm around his back or hugged him.

They were almost done when he was taking a picture with one woman while her friend held the phone to get the shot. When they’d gotten the photo, David smiled politely, about to say something like “have a good night” based on all the previous interactions, but the woman moved fast. She latched onto his face, pushed up on her toes, and kissed him. She kissed him like her life depended on it—like it was the one and only chance, probably because it definitely was.

Darlin jumped off the stage where they’d been standing and talking to the crew but Asher was already there, picking the woman up and literally pulling her off David. He pivoted and deposited her with her friend, the security guard closing in. “Walk them out,” Asher said over the screams of the cluster of fans still hanging out at the barricade.

Asher turned toward David, about to say something funny about not having realized he needed to protect his lips as well as his body, when the comment died on his tongue. David did not look amused, at all. He looked… Asher wasn’t sure. He had turned red and tense. He swallowed hard and muscled through the last few photos and then bolted.

Asher trailed him all the way back to the tour bus. Milo caught up to them, following David onto the bus and talking about getting his clothes to get them cleaned.

“Hey!” Darlin’s voice stopped Asher from getting on the bus, the door sliding shut.

The field behind the stage was a mess of crew loading equipment but it had still been easy to hear Darlin over everything else.

Darlin looked absolutely furious and Asher felt both alarmed and mesmerized by the sight.

They marched right up to him. “What the hell do I pay you for?” they shouted, curling a fist like they’d only just barely kept from jabbing a finger at his chest.

“What?” Asher smiled. He tried not to. He understood that smiling when someone was mad at him usually just pissed them off more, but this was honestly surprising and he couldn’t help it.

Darlin bared teeth, straining that scar in their lip. “Your job is to look out for him,” they seethed.

Asher blinked. “The kiss? You’re the one letting people take pictures with him, boss. No one could have seen that coming or stopped it. Not even David and he was right there.”

“Don’t fucking blame him! It’s your job!” They yelled. “Are you going to blame him if someone stabs him next time? I mean, he would have been right there. Maybe I should just pay David to bodyguard David!”

Asher dropped his smile. He wasn’t surprised anymore, he was just shocked and maybe a little pissed. “What exactly are you mad about?” he ground out. “Are you scared something worse could have happened or are you just mad someone else kissed him?”

A warning flashed in their eyes and Asher was honestly surprised Darlin didn’t take a swing at him.

The bus door whooshed open and Milo jumped out, arms full of sweaty clothes. He paused, about to say something and thinking differently when he took in the way Asher and Darlin were staring at each other. “What’s wrong with you two?”

Asher waited.

Darlin curled their lip again, that scar so bright from the strain that he actually worried for it. “Nothing,” they spat and turned. “We’re leaving in twenty minutes so stay on the bus. I’ll bring food when I come back,” they said as they walked away.

Milo spared a look for Asher. “What did you do?” he asked with a smirk that showed he was enjoying whatever this was.

Asher pretended not to know, which wasn’t hard since he wasn’t exactly sure himself.

He got on the bus, appreciating the air conditioning and going to the fridge for a bottle of water.

The shower was running, so for a moment he was alone.

He had seen Darlin pissed before, but it had never been directed at him before. He definitely didn’t like the way they’d called his willingness to do his job into question, but he also wasn’t sure that’s what this was about. He was still worried that Darlin had received some legitimate threat against David that they weren’t sharing—that had caused them to hire him to start with.

He sat on the couch and drained the cold water. It had been a long day. He still couldn’t stop thinking about the way David had looked after that fan kissed him though.

He looked toward the bathroom door when the water stopped. A minute later David was stepping out along with a roll of steam. He had a towel around his waist, glancing down the bus just to see who was there before ducking back between the bunks to get clean clothes. He didn’t look at Asher and he was definitely still tense.

Asher waited, wondering if he should say anything or just leave it.

David came back in sweats and a t-shirt, his hair still wet. He grabbed a water but didn’t sit down.

“It was a good show,” Asher said, offering him a topic change.

He shrugged.

Asher frowned. He had been in such a good mood before that fan lip-locked him. “Is there a reason you don’t like being touched?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” David grumbled, not looking at him.

“No. Absolutely not. I’m just asking.”

The big guy shrugged. “I don’t like strangers touching me.”

Asher nodded, even if he wasn’t looking. “And that’s why you’re upset?”

David frowned, like he wasn’t sure how to answer. He shrugged and drank more water.

The door whooshed open and Darlin climbed up, putting a box of food on the table. They were still very pissed. It was like a cloud that traveled around them. They looked at David, like they might say something, but he wouldn’t look at them. So they swore and walked back out, muttering something about needing to get on the road and other people not being ready.

Asher didn’t move but David sighed and gravitated toward the box, picking through the sandwiches and wraps to find something he wanted.

“What’s wrong?” Asher asked.

David shot him a surprised look and then blushed again, back to picking food. “Nothing.”

Asher groaned. “It’s too late for you guys to fuck with me like this. Just tell me.”

David sat down at the table, peeling back the foil on a wrap that smelled amazing.

“You’ll feel better if you tell me what it is,” Asher said almost smugly now, turning in his seat to watch him.

David’s mouth twitched in an almost smirk. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. Just tell me. If it’s something that can be fixed, I’ll fix it.”

David shifted his shoulder uncomfortably. “It can’t be. It’s nothing. Forget it.”

Asher got up, closing that distance to stand by the table, pretending to look at the sandwiches. Truth be told, he could grab anything and eat it. He was starving. But this was more important.

“Do you want me to keep fans from touching you?”

David looked like he was considering it before scrunching his cheek and shaking his head. “No. It’s not a big deal. I was just… Surprised. I don’t know. Let it go.”

Asher nodded, like he could do that. “Sure, just a couple more questions so I have this straight…”

David groaned around a mouthful of chicken wrap, sounding more himself now.

“Do you mind me touching you?”

David swallowed like he almost choked, glancing up at Asher and then away. “What?”

“You don’t like strangers touching you. I touch you sometimes. I’ll be more mindful of that if it makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it.”

“No,” David started and then stopped, color rising to his cheeks. There was something intensely cute about a guy as big and as tattooed as David Shaw blushing… “No, I don’t mind you.”

Asher nodded, putting a knee on the padded bench seat beside David, just barely touching the other man’s thigh. “If that changes, you could tell me.”

David blushed at his wrap. “Yeah.”

“I only have two more questions…”

David rolled his eyes. “I doubt that…”

Asher smiled. “Well, two more on my mind right now.”

David waved a hand in the air. “Get it over with so we can eat and sleep. I can hear your fucking stomach growling.”

Asher considered dropping it. He could be wrong. He could be off. But the way Darlin had jumped off that stage when that woman kissed David… and the way David seemed frozen and shocked and… scandalized? Yeah. He had seen David in a million shades of angry but that wasn’t what he was tonight. He was uncomfortable and scandalized. “Have you ever been kissed?”

David’s gaze shot up to Asher and he knew the answer. It was right there in the surprise on his face, like he had some horrible secret that had been uncovered. David Shaw… No one would believe that. Aside from the assumed affair he’d had with his own manager, there were plenty of rumors about him hooking up with other performers. He was the obsession of hundreds of thousands of fans.

Asher nodded slowly, not needing him to answer that with words now. “Is it because you’re not interested or because you just…haven’t?”

David was red now and it wasn’t anger. He sighed and tossed his sandwich down, sliding his arms across the back of the seat and looking up at Asher defiantly, like he was expecting to be mocked now. “Does it matter?”

“It definitely does…” Asher thought and said.

David glared up at him. “The second.”

“I just would have thought you’d have people throwing themselves at you…”

“I’m not comfortable with strangers,” he reminded sharply.

Asher nodded. “I have another question.”

David laughed but it was edged in something dark and defensive now. “I’m not surprised…”

“Can I kiss you?”

[nycnomad]

So it was a couple of weeks into December when we decided that moving to Poland was probably too big a step for us. At the same time, I found out that my company would pay me $20k to move out of NYC, but I had to do it by December 31st. Obviously, we were like, “Should we move to Florida immediately?!”

I would get paid 15% less if we lived outside of NYC, but there’s no income tax in Florida, and the cost of living is of course much cheaper. Like, our condo in NYC costs about $1250/sqft, while our condos in Florida cost about $575/sqft. A cocktail in NYC is $16 at the very cheapest, while I can get a cocktail in our area of Florida for $10. Plus, whatever stock I get from my company while I live in NYC, the state will collect tax on it when I sell it even if I’m living in Florida at the time. It doesn’t make sense to earn money in NYC!

So we really, really started to talk about moving down to one of our Florida condos. We went out to dinner with J’s two best friends and told them what we were thinking, and I kind of thought they’d freak out, but they were actually like, “Good for you! Go live by the beach!” 

We talked to my cousin, who’s a realtor, about selling our NYC condo. How much we could get, if December is a terrible time to sell, if he would interview some NY real estate agents for us. We considered officially moving our address to Florida but hanging onto our condo until the spring when buyers are more motivated.

J told his parents what we were thinking, and I emailed a former boss of mine who recently moved from NJ to FL to ask what I would miss and if he regrets anything. I asked my current manager, who left San Francisco during the worst of COVID and bought a massive house in New Orleans, what to expect when moving from a huge city to the middle of nowhere. She said to expect a much better quality of life. 🙂

We were so serious about selling! But then J started having second thoughts. He’s lived in NYC most of his life, and he doesn’t feel comfortable around smalltown things like I do. Like, to me, there’s nothing more homey than a strip mall sushi bar with ample parking and all-white decor that stays white because 8.5 million people don’t live in the area. To J, it’s stifling.

He started thinking about how we’d never have any true friends in Florida, because everyone in our area is old and conservative. Our neighbors are all super nice, friendly for sure, but we’re just never going to be really close with people who are worried about trans people in their bathrooms or don’t think black lives matter. I, of course, said that any of our friends from back home will jump at the chance for a free stay at the beach whenever we offer. And that his parents would love to host us in NYC whenever we were willing to visit. 

I didn’t actually hate the idea of visiting NYC a few times a year and doing all of our favorite things. What fun to have a whirlwind week of lavish dinners and fancy drinks with our closest friends and maybe even do touristy things we never did while we lived there! 

But the final straw for J was that when we go on international trips, we always go on tours (mostly food tours, let’s be honest) where we meet people from all over the world. And there will always be someone in the group who’s lived in NYC or loves NYC, and I’m going to be honest, it feels like we usually get special attention because of it. And J said he just couldn’t imagine telling people that we’re from FLORIDA. 😂 It’s so funny, because he doesn’t usually like the limelight at all, and yet he apparently likes that a Berlin tour guide might take a shine to us! 

So to him, the $20k wasn’t worth it to have to say goodbye to New York RIGHT NOW, and I understand where he’s coming from. All this to say, I still officially live in NYC. But you can bet I’m enjoying the month and a half we’re in Florida this winter!

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Suger Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 5.2

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans! It's a wonder what an empty calendar week and all my usual shows going on hiatus can do for my productivity, considering it's been less than a week! If you missed the last installment and need to catch up, you can find it here, or catch up from the very beginning here. After a brief interlude featuring Druig's co-worker, we're getting back into the actual competition again. What challenges await our competitors this time? Find out now in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

The day picked up significantly with the first challenge. With Makkari pacified for the moment, Druig had thrown himself into the signature bake. The resulting éclairs (Mexican hot chocolate-flavored) had been a hit. He’d known they were good when he tested the recipe, but the crew had claimed his leftovers so quickly, it was a miracle they’d been able to save any for him to try. Druig was still in a bit of a daze. Darcy offered to get Makkari to conduct his interview again, but he pulled himself together long enough to get to lunch. To his surprise, he found himself at the center of attention there as well. Upon sitting down, Druig nearly jumped out of his seat as he was immediately clapped on the back by Gilgamesh.

“Well done today, Druig,” he said cheerfully, taking a seat next to him.

“The day’s not over yet,” was all he could think to say.

“True. I’m surprised Arishem didn’t give you a handshake. He seemed quite pleased.”

Before Druig could respond, Makkari had come racing over and plopped herself into the seat across from him, Kingo trailing after her. She slid her plate across the table and emphatically signed, Give me some! Druig chuckled as he acquiesced, pushing some of his éclair onto the plate. She took a bite, her face immediately lighting up as she pretended to faint onto Kingo, who screamed in surprise.

“Hey, save some for me!” he whined, but Makkari only shook her head and took another bite.

“I take it I have your approval, then?” Druig said with a smirk. She smiled and nodded at him as Kingo snuck a bite from her plate. His eyes widened as he chewed, not even reacting when Makkari punched his arm in retaliation. As Druig raised his eyebrows in question, Kingo merely turned back to him and muttered, “It’s so good, I hate you.” At this, both Makkari and Gil burst out laughing while Druig smiled smugly.

Just then, Sersi and Dane made their way to the table. Setting her plate down, Sersi glanced at the scene they’d walked into and said, “I’m guessing you don’t have any extra éclairs?”

“I’m afraid Makkari and Kingo beat you to it. The crew already claimed the rest,” Druig explained.

“Damn! I wanted to try some,” she remarked as she sat down next to him.

“Well, against Makkari, I’m afraid you didn’t stand a chance,” Dane noted. His signing was still a little clumsy, but he’d improved quite a bit in the past week.

“You’re right. She’s much faster than I am,” Sersi added, earning a smile from Makkari.

Would’ve gotten here even sooner if it wasn’t for this one, she replied, pointing to Kingo, who sighed and rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t long before Ajak came over, saying, “I missed the éclair exchange already, didn’t I?”

“Druig’s are gone, if that’s what you’re asking,” Dane answered.

“Darn!” she signed, putting down her plate. “I guess I’ll have to take Arishem’s word that they were good.”

“Can confirm: they’re way too good,” Kingo interjected as Makkari nodded vigorously. “He probably sold his soul for that recipe.”

“Well, I’m very proud of you, Druig,” Ajak continued, causing him to duck his head in an effort to hide his smile. “And I call dibs on the paper copy of the recipe!”

“We could probably just start an email chain with all of our recipes,” Sersi piped up. Before Kingo could interrupt with a lecture about breaking the rules, she quickly added, “After the competition ends, of course.”

I don’t know if I can wait that long, Makkari said. Be glad you don’t know what you’re missing, because I need more, ASAP.

This drew a few chuckles from the table just as Sprite came in. She was about to sit down at one of the smaller tables when Gilgamesh waved his arms and called out, “Sprite! Over here!”

“I can see you, I just didn’t think there was any more room at the table,” she replied, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“Nonsense, you don’t take up much room!” Gil responded.

“No, but where will Phastos sit?” she retorted. Despite the wording, Druig got the feeling Sprite was saying it more to be contrary than out of sympathy for her fellow competitor.

“We’ll drag the table over,” Gil said, getting up. Much to Druig’s surprise, Gil pulled him out of his seat too. “Give me hand!”

“Yessir,” Druig replied, once his brain caught up with what was happening. Sprite rolled her eyes, but she picked up her plate and let them move the table. Just after they finished, Phastos walked in with his plate. Taking in the table arrangement, he glanced at Gil and Sprite as he quipped, “Oh, we’re being social today?”

“Seemed silly to sit separate,” Gil answered with a shrug and a smile.

“Great, now everyone else can weigh in on which milk substitute is best,” Sprite piped up, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m telling you, it’s soy milk!” Phastos said, setting down his plate and taking a seat. “My child is lactose intolerant, and I have tried every substitute under the sun.”

“That’s nice, but the correct answer is oat,” Sprite responded, drawing a few chuckles from the others.

“I actually prefer cashew,” Sersi added.

Almond milk’s not bad, Makkari chimed in.

“I have a cow, so just regular milk for me,” Ajak said.

“Have any of you tried flax milk?” Kingo asked.

“You mean the worst milk?” Sprite responded.

“It’s actually not that bad,” he started to say, but he was cut off by a scoff from Phastos.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I’m with Sprite on this one. Flax milk is awful,” he interjected.

“Wow, you actually got them to agree on something,” Gil remarked, his voice full of genuine surprise.

“What can I say? Apparently, I’m a much better unifier than I am a baker,” Kingo said with a sigh as he turned to Makkari. “Five minutes in and they’re already ganging up on me.”

They fit right in, she affirmed with a sympathetic smile.

“You really do know how to bring us all together, Kingo,” Druig added. “With your objectively wrong opinions.”

Kingo threw his head back in defeat as the others giggled at the exchange.

-

Only took five chapters to get to the other Eternals 😅 Anyway, hope you enjoyed that mini-chapter! Group scenes are going to be quite busy again.

Part 16

[j-graysonlibrary]

Fort Heaven Chapter 28

Title: Fort Heaven

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 69K

Genres: Suspense, investigative, drama, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Some call it a hoax. Others claim it’s a cult. But, to Evon and his friend Yasmine, two online journalists, Fort Heaven is the subject of their latest story. Along for the assignment is cameraman and not-so-secret crush of Evon’s: Russet. With a drunken, murky night in their recent history, things are especially tense between them but, of course, personal matters take a backseat when the interviews start. The trio speaks to ex-members of Fort Heaven and, while some of the accounts are shocking, the job remains just that: A job. That is until one of the women they interviewed, along with her daughter, goes missing. It soon becomes clear that not only is Fort Heaven a real threat but Evon and his friends are being watched. And what started as a simple cash-grab article is now a matter of life and death.

Full chapter 28 under the cut

Chapter 28

The images from the computer were projected onto a large, white sheet in front of Evon, Russet, and Yasmine. Jackson and Nichole had been withheld from the so called “meeting” since the both of them only appeared in small portions of the videos. As the footage went on, it became clear to the guards that the three of them in particular were involved and was the reason they were being questioned as a unit.

They’d viewed these videos days ago and were just now playing them in front of the trio almost as a torture in and of itself. It wouldn’t be easy to dispute certain facts or try to sugar coat things when they had possession of hard evidence to the contrary.

While—technically—nothing in the footage suggested malicious intent, there was still a lot of negative talk and a biased outlook on Fort Heaven.

The last clip played and it had been filmed just about a week ago. Their voices were quiet but still audible as they discussed their plans concerning the threatening letter that led them to be captured.

Even if it had been only a handful of days ago, they looked on in agony as it felt like at least a month had already passed them by.

In that video they were scared, yes, but they had yet to be branded. They didn’t yet know what it was like to sleep on the ground in the cold or to only have one meal a day. In comparison, it was definitely a more desirable time.

“Ring any bells?” Cameron, the guard closest to them that had been the one mostly in charge of their interrogations thus far, asked. He held a baton in his hand and used it to point to the sheet. “Would you still like to attest that you didn’t have the intent of attacking our church in your documentary?”

None of them looked at each other—Yasmine and Evon looked down while Russet stared at the man with cold eyes.

“I want to know whose idea it was,” the man continued, “who was the one who initially wanted to start this crusade?”

There was no answer.

Yasmine knew she had to answer. It was her fault, she felt, since she had convinced Evon of it and Russet was strung along because Evon pulled him into it. So, she decided, she was responsible.

But before she could confess, Evon spoke up. “It was mutual. We all thought of it.”

Cameron chuckled to himself and tapped the end of the baton against the palm of his free hand. “Trying to stick together, huh?” He shook his head. “That never lasts long. Eventually you’ll turn on each other—I’ve seen it many times.”

“ No we won’t,” Evon snapped back. He locked eyes with the man and didn’t waver. “We’d never turn on each other.”

“Oh? Well then…” He turned to look at one of the guards standing by the entrance to the tent. “Get me a bucket of water.”

“You…are you going to water-board us…?”  Yasmine asked the question the two men were thinking.

“You’ll see.”

“It won’t make any difference,” Russet said quietly. “We won’t betray each other.”

“Mhmmm, sure.”

After a short break, the other guard came back with a bucket of water in his arms. Some sloshed out of the sides which caused the man to visibly stiffen with discomfort. By his body language and the expression on his face, the water in the bucket was very cold.

So it was to be water-boarding in ice water, Evon thought. Surely it would add a more stressful element to it but he was prepared to endure it. Even if his pain tolerance was low and he was scared out of his wits, he would persevere.

The two guards whispered back and forth before Cameron nodded and approached the trio. He didn’t say a word before he threw a small wave of water on all three of them. It instantly drenched them but, worse than anything, was the shock of the cold.

Evon let out a yell as it felt as though a million tiny daggers were thrust into his skin all over and all at once. Yasmine shivered violently and Russet just looked shocked.

“Now get out and go back to your tents. Your meal for the day will be ready shortly.” Cameron looked between them with a smile.

“That’s it?” Russet asked, sounding much more put together than he felt.

“Yes. That’s it.” The smug grin only grew bigger.

Even though they were let go, there was no relief. Outside, the chill of the wind hit them and their wet skin and sent a painful sensation through them that was close to crippling. Yasmine clasped her arms across her chest desperate for warmth, feeling the effects possibly worse than the other two—not that they weren’t suffering as well.

Back where they had spent most of their time and where they slept, they found Jackson and Nichole. The two were in the middle of a conversation but stopped upon seeing them walking closer. Nichole’s eyes darted between them, trying to find sign of injury and Jackson focused more on Yasmine.

“Why are you soaked?” He asked as she knelt down beside him.

“He threw a bucket of water on us,” Russet answered and then winced. Water droplets streamed from his hair down onto his neck.

“You have to get dry fast,” Nichole said with worry in her voice, “I’ve seen this before. They’ll soak people down and leave them wet all through the night. It can be deadly if it you’re not careful.”

“It’s not like we can change,” Evon mentioned and took after Yasmine’s example and crossed his arms. “Or start a fire.”

“We’ll just have to huddle together,” she replied.

“No. You’ll get wet too.”

“I don’t care.” That surprised him. Not that Evon assumed she was heartless or anything but because he didn’t realize she cared for them enough to do that.

“Come on,” Jackson whispered, already on board with the plan. He pulled Yasmine closer to him and wrapped an arm around her. He hardly had enough muscle and body fat on him to warm himself but he wanted to share it anyway. As much as Yasmine had done for him, he wanted to give back.

“Evon on the other side,” Nichole directed. She had him sit beside Jackson so she could be between him and Russet, offering each a side of her that was, at the very least, dry.

The cold and wet press of the fabric and skin against their already cold bodies was unpleasant to say the least but, eventually, a bit of warmth formed between each of them. It wasn’t much but it was something to focus on when a new chill would come over them.

It lasted until morning. There was no conversation between the group huddle and also, for the first time, no visit from Willow in the middle of the night. It was quite concerning but their current situation kept them from wondering too much about it.

Maybe she’d just fallen asleep or had been moved to an inconvenient shift. She was in the best position among them so they didn’t worry all too much. And, especially, not when the trio was taken back to the same tent as the day before.

The footage was shown again from the very beginning and the same questions were asked. If their clothes and hair weren’t still a little damp then they may have started to question having déjà vu. Evon was confused and a bit disoriented while Yasmine just wanted it to end and willed her consciousness to leave this place. Russet, however, had a slow and painful revelation.

This was going to happen on a daily basis until one of them owned up to being fully responsible or if they ganged up on each other. He kept it to himself—even after another bucket of water was splashed over them.

His theory was proven true on the third day when his videos started once more from the beginning. This time, Evon and Yasmine also realized what was happening.

“Come on…” Yasmine pleaded, not caring if she sounded pathetic. Her skin had turned a pale purple compared to her normal dark complexion and she knew it was a matter of time before something irreversible happened to her body. “Just stop. We’re not going to cave.”

“I thought you might say that,” Cameron retaliated with a smirk. He seemed to truly enjoy hurting them—something none of them, especially Evon could wrap their minds around. Sure, they were bad people in the view of Fort Heaven but the whole situation remained ineffable.

Cameron walked to the entrance of the tent, stuck his head out and waved before retreating back in. After a few seconds, another person entered.

Willow.

She didn’t seem all too well herself but her face went grim when she saw who was being tortured. She didn’t move or say anything as the male guard placed a flog in her hand.

The straps on it were longer than what one could find at a sex shop and the material was definitely not as gentle. Thin leather strings with shards of sharp plastic edges weaved through them were definitely not something anyone would willingly consent to being slapped with.

Willow looked down at the tool in her hand and her stomach dropped. It felt more like a test than her presence during Cindy’s torture and she was afraid if she failed this time that it would her undoing. Yet, to not fail, she had put effort into hurting the people who she wanted to save.

“Let’s add an extra element today,” Cameron spoke and walked back in front of the three. “Water…” His eyes flickered back to Willow, “And some lacerations.”

Russet narrowed his eyes at the man and spat, “fuck you.”

Naturally that only worked to please him. He grabbed the bucket of water he’d set to the side since they arrived and paused. The reactionary flinch from all of them made him chuckle and, the second Evon glanced back up, he threw the water.

It was hard to hold back the screams and Yasmine felt herself breaking down into tears.

“Now…anyone willing to confess to being the mastermind of this project?”

After their mutual silence, the man looked to Willow and nodded. She gulped, forcing down any feelings of hesitation. There was no way to apologize or even warn them before she made the first strike but she hope they understood.

The flog sliced down across Yasmine’s back. The woman fell forward and screamed—blood immediately rose to the surface despite how chilled her body was.

“Nothing?” Cameron asked as he kneeled down closer to their eye level. His gaze shifted from her to Russet. “What about you? It was your camera. Maybe it was your idea too?”

Before he could respond, Willow was signaled to act and she brought the flog down onto his back. Her teeth clenched together hard as his body jerked in response to the pain. He was still trying not to react and to keep it together but everyone could see that he was breaking.

“Well if not you then…” the man settled on Evon and Evon tensed up. He knew it was coming and, judging by the reaction of his friends, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear it.

“WAIT!” Russet screamed before taking a ragged breath. “It was me—you were right. I thought the whole thing up, I used them by saying they could use it for their blog but I really wanted it for my film career.” The words spilled out of a mile a minute.

Cameron grinned and rose to his feet. “Well, well, I have to say…I didn’t think you’d be the one to break.”

“He’s lying,” Evon said with a pained expression. He was clearly close to tears and his limbs shook from both the cold and his nerves. “It was me. He—I made him come along…”

“Shut up, Evon—don’t try to be a martyr…”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing!”

Russet shook his head. “It was me,” he said, much more calmly to Cameron, “Do whatever you want just don’t hurt Evon. He never had any ill intent with the church it was all me.”

Again, the man laughed at his pain. “Don’t hurt Evon, huh?” His eyes darted up and he gave Willow the look she was dreading.

With a sharp inhale, she offered a silent apology and flogged the man in the middle. His scream mixed with Russet’s own and Yasmine’s sobs crushed her on the inside. She was sure she’d continue to hear it in her head continuously—possible for the rest of her life.

“Alright,” Cameron said suddenly and with his eyes on Willow, “help me grab him and take him to the main building. You two are free to go back to your tent mates.”

Willow grabbed one of Russet’s arms while Cameron took the other and they pulled him up to his feet. She avoided looking at any of them—she couldn’t. Especially not Evon.

“Don’t take him…” Evon pleaded, “Please, don’t take him there…Russet—Russ…” His words whittled down to soft sobs and begging as they took Russet out of the tent. He attempted to get up and follow but his body wouldn’t cooperate with his will.

They all knew what going to the main building meant—Willow more than any of them. Evon knew it was where the individualized torture happened and Yasmine knew that every prisoner that she saw go in there never came back out. Russet knew those things too but he hoped his sacrifice wasn’t in vain and that they would focus on him instead of the other two.

Being killed was a risk he was willing to take to save someone he cared for.

Willow assisted in shackling him to the wall in the basement and was then dismissed. The interrogation and torture probably wouldn’t continue until the next day—she had found that they preferred to make the prisoner a mental wreck by having them wait alone overnight. The anticipation and dread of the following day kept them from sleeping or even shutting down their mind enough to rest.

She gave a look to the man as she left the room. Her colleague was with her so she still couldn’t say she was sorry. She simply had to hope that she could convey it with her eyes.

[ellana-ravenwood]

Mama's boy(s)/girl - Batfam x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : The title says it all, just a few things about the kids and how they’re definitely your babies. 

Just a drabble I suddenly wanted to write. Hope you’ll like this short thing :) :

Please, do not repost my stories anywhere else, under any other form, do not translate and then repost them either. Thank you.

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“Who’s the biggest “mama’s boy/girl” ?”, was once a question asked to your children during an interview for a local paper.  

Your kids all instantly yelled at the same time : “DAMIAN !!” (including Damian himself, as he said times and times again that being a Mama’s boy was hardly something he’s ashamed of, indeed he’ll happily yell “ME !” to that question. He even takes it as a great win, to be honest), but it wasn’t quite the truth. 

No. No it wasn’t. Because that interviewer only asked them, right ? And that was a mistake. Of course, they’d say Damian. They knew it made their little brother happy, and they knew it was the most obvious answer to anyone who didn’t know their family very well. 

But it wasn’t quite the truth. 

Because if you asked their father, or Alfred, they’d tell you : “It’s literally impossible to rank the one that is the most mama’s boy/girl”. Because they all are. They might not always show it publicly, but man anyone who knows them is just used to them demanding cuddles or asking her things. 

“Moooom ?” was a word often heard yelled across the manor. And if Bruce was nearby, and they wanted to ask something he could totally do for them, they’d still say : “Do you know where mom is ?” 

Dick

Dick, to anyone that do not know those kids, would be the “second most mama’s boy” in their eyes, as he’s never been afraid to show his affection for you in public. 

As soon as he started to consider you his mom, and calling you that, as soon as he realized his own biological mom would probably be ok with it and want him to be happy…Dick Grayson became very attached to you

During galas, tiny him would come sit on your lap around the table and fall asleep on you. There’s hundreds of pictures of you carrying him back to the car (he really was a small kid, for an eight year old). If you and Bruce would let him have an interview (with you present, so the journalist wouldn’t ask him things that would hurt him) he would always gush over how amazing his mom and dad are. 

When sick, he’d look for you first. He’d ask you to get a drink for him, he’d stick near you whenever there was big events, hide behind your dress etc etc…

Publicly (and privately) Dick has always been very open about loving his mom to death. Even now, as an adult, it’s not rare to see pictures in tabloids talking about how they had a lunch date and Dick hugged you while waving at the camera (he looooooved to embarrass you publicly. And vice versa, to be honest).

At the Manor, whether it was when he was eight or now as a mid-twenties guy, he always asked for your hot cocoa and snuggle in front of a Disney movie. His teammates in Teen Titans and Young Justice used to tease him about that, until they realized that you really were super awesome and kinda got jealous (You always made sure to make hot cocoa for all of them…it’s quite a sight, now, as they’re all well into adulthood, to see them snuggling against each other in Wayne Manor’s living room, drinking hot cocoa and watching The Lion King).

Damian 

Damian doesn’t care what anyone says, if he suddenly wants to latch onto his mom and not let go, then he will. 

To the surprise of many, you and him connected instantly. Damian never really had a “normal” mother, one that would pamper (if not baby) him when he didn’t feel well. Talia loves him, yes, and deeply at that, this was no secret. She would always be Damian’s mother. But because of her upbringing, and how she thought she was supposed to raise her son, there wasn’t always the place for display of affection (especially not when Ras was around). Nobody taught Talia how to love, being raised by Ras Al’Ghul was not synonym of warmth and safety. Quite the contrary. But she surpassed that now, and you and her ? You were far from hating each others. There is place for two moms in Damian’s heart. Love was the root of why you and Talia, despite all odds, actually understood each other (but that, I will talk about in another story...hehe, story about Talia and Batmom’s relationship coming soon, I’ll put the link of it here once I write it.).

Love. Yes. The reason Talia brought Damian to Bruce, the first time, wasn’t actually because it was part of her father’s plan. But because she knew. She knew that there, he would find what she, deep down, always wanted : love. 

Damian unfortunately didn’t have the early childhood so many dreamt for him. But you were damn if you weren’t going to give it to him now (and Talia would come back in the picture later, she had a lot of healing to do too). 

So when Damian came in the house, and there was suddenly this person who loved him unconditionally no matter what, even when he made mistakes (mistakes, in the League, were not appreciated...Ras told your son one too many times that he held his life in his hands, and to not disappoint him again), of course he’d turn into the biggest mama’s boy ever.

You were there in the tough times, but also in the good ones. With you, he learned that it was normal to laugh like crazy because of a stupid joke, to play in the leaves in Autumn or in the snow in Winter, to annoy his father by spraying him with a hose in the summer, going to see bees and flowers in the spring…

Damian is extremely close to you, and he doesn’t give a hoot what anyone says or think. 

There is photos in magazines, of Damian grumpily burying his face under your arm, trying to avoid getting his picture taken, and you protecting him instinctively. There’s also photos of you just giving him random piggy back rides around town, or of you just talking to someone at a charity event, and him holding onto you with his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and half-sleeping on you, because he just feels safe when you’re around, and he seeks this comforting feelings that evaded him for so long. 

Most people wouldn’t think so, but he’s very affectionate, and just like his mom, has those random burst of “too much love” and has to get them out by suddenly hugging you (reference to this story : A Mother’s love : Burst of Affection). 

He’s definitely DEFINITELY a mama’s boy, and will never care if people mock him for it because you know what ? Yesterday his pet frog died, and only his mom’s arms were able to console him.

Jason 

Jason chased after his own biological mother for years, but she never wanted him. She never wanted a child. So when he stole his way in Bruce Wayne’s life, and when Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend accepted him as his own in a heartbeat…how could he not become a Mama’s boy ? 

He always asks for your opinion (whether it’s before or after his resurrection), he cares about what you think of him, and you’re probably the only one who could change his mind about something. He often went out of his way just to see you and spend time with you. 

He needs you, and always will. You’re the only person that always supported him without faltering, even when he did some pretty fucked up things. The only one that always stuck by him no matter what. He needs your presence, he needs to see you at least once every week or he gets sad and just misses you. 

As a kid, he definitely took advantage of the fact he had a new mom, and Bruce often joked saying the boy was glued to you…but it was kinda true. He’d hug you for no reasons, just because he felt too happy to have you in his life. He’d always ask you 328323 questions and you would just patiently answer them all…You taught him how to play guitar and piano. You and him often had dance parties that made Bruce roll his eyes but also smile like crazy. 

As an adult, the only reason he went by the mansion for a long time was just to see you (and Alfred). He’d sneak in, spend a few hours with you, and leave before his dad would come back. For some reason, he was never as mad at you as he was at him…Sure now he forgave him and he’s quite the “daddy’s boy” too, but..Maybe it’s because you were always so gentle and knew exactly which words to use to soothe him ? 

Bruce wasn’t always great with showing his emotions (though when he did show them, it was always a feat because man the dude could get emotional and show them he loves them), but you ? You just knew exactly how to handle that little scared boy who was hit and trampled on most of his young life. You just knew exactly what to say, what to do…seriously, how could Jason Todd not turn into a mama’s boy ?!

Tim

Now Tim. Oooooh Tim. He’s the one that, if you don’t know him personally, you’d least think is a mama’s boy, with his aloof kind of persona, and work obsession. He always seems to be busy doing something, and rarely shows his emotions in public…But oh, oh if you know him just a little, you know he’s the biggest mama’s boy ever. 

Now when Tim entered yours and Bruce’s life, his parents were still alive but…What kind of parents don’t even notice their eight year old son left for a few days, and didn’t come home and all ? What kind of parents just give their son up as a ward to someone they don’t even know, in exchange of a big check ? Bad parents. Parents that aren’t physically abusive, but that never acknowledge their kid. 

You know the book and movie “Matilda” ? Tim is Matilda. He’s a genius, a sweet and kind boy, but his parents never noticed anything about him. They never noticed him at all, never read him a bed time story, tucked him in, made sure his teeth were brushed, his homework done…or just care overall. 

So when he arrived in the Wayne’s household and this kind woman with a beautiful smile did all that to him without even being his mom ? It was very novel for him, to be cared for. To feel like he actually existed. Like he was loved.

 Tim always sought you for everything. “Wanna play video games ?” “Hey wanna help me do that science project ?” “Hey, how do you tie a tie ?” “Hey can we make cookies ?”. He was always chasing after you and your attention.

And he got it so easily ! It wasn’t that difficult to start calling you “mom” when his parents were gone and he was officially adopted into the Wayne family (to be honest, he even almost called her “mom” a few times before all that). 

Tim craves for attention, even if he doesn’t show it much. And you never shied from giving it to him. He’s a true mama’s boy in that he really think he can’t function without you or your love anymore, that you fuel a lot of his motivation and really help him live normally. 

Without you, he’d still be that boy no one knew existed. While now, in this family…He’s a mama’s boy, though you wouldn’t know it if you didn’t know him personally. He lives for you to softly caress his scalp, running your hand through his hair as he works on his computer. And he will fight dirty just to get the seat next to you during movie night (how many times Jason or Dick, who were much taller than him, ended up split in two with their hands covering their crotch after a nasty hit by their “baby brother” just because it was HIS turn to sit next to you, and they were trying to play him ?). 

Cass 

Notoriously a daddy's girl but oh man is she a mama's girl too. She’s also the only girl in the family, so you KNOW she’s going to take advantage of it a lot. 

Cass has the (bad ?) habit to steal your clothes. It doesn’t even matter if they’re too big/small for them, she makes it work in clever ways. More often than not, you’ll see her walk by with one of your favorite shirt and before you can say anything, she’s like : “Reminds me of you, smells like you” and you don’t have the heart to tell her off. 

“It smells like you”. To many, this could be such a weird thing to say. But knowing Cass ? She was raised to be a weapon. Not even taught how to speak. And she found other way to say things, than with words. She relied on other “senses” almost (even if the act of speaking wasn’t a sense). Nobody would have kind words for her, and she couldn’t give them words anyway either...So she found comfort in other things. 

Smells, sounds, physical touch. 

Smell was a big thing for her. She always felt better, if she could only smell something that reminded her of those she loves, of something she loves. And so, the reason she stole your clothes ? It was because of this. Because then, she could feel surrounded by your warmth and love, just by wearing something that smelled like you. She associated your smell with something comforting and nice. If you had to leave for a few days ? She’d definitely steal your clothes. 

Cass demanded physical touch the most. She’d been touched starved most of her life, her own father never having as much as a pat on the head for her. So when she felt like she needed it ? She just came to cuddle. 

Not that you were going to complain. You were happy, that you’re only daughter was such a mama’s girl (there might be, sometimes, a little competition between you and Bruce about this sort of things). 

Duke

Duke hadn’t been with the family for long, he came in later than all of your other children. He was already in his late teens, his parents weren’t quite gone, and him living at the manor was suppose to be temporary...And here you all were, years later, with him still here and still very much part of your family. And Duke ? Didn’t seem like it, but oh, oh he was SUCH a mama’s boy. 

You made it too easy, to become a “mama’s boy”. You were just always there for them, how could they not rely on you for most things ? How could they not seek your presence ? 

Duke noticed first hand his siblings being super close to you, and he always thought that it wouldn’t happen to him because he had a mom already. Because he came in too late. Because because because...

And here he was. Years later, coming by the Manor just to get some of your apple pie. And last week ? He came by because you were going to be home alone and he could have you for himself and talk to you without one of his sibling interfering. 

Don’t get him wrong. He loved his brothers and sister. But sometimes, just like them really, he wanted to have his mom just for himself. To talk to her about his life on his own, to hear what she had to say, to get her full attention. 

Funny, how Duke never thought he’d become greedy with her attention, and yet here he was. And was that really wrong ? He didn’t think so.

It felt too nice, to have a someone you knew would never give up on you, no matter what. Duke actually thought about whether it was a good thing or not, that him and his siblings relied on you so much...And he came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter. None of them had an easy life, so what if they sometimes wanted to be pamper by their mother ?? It’s not like you hated it, quite the contrary. 

Bruce 

When he was a kid, he was definitely a big mama’s boy. He worshipped his mother and father, he thought they were the greatest people that ever lived. Which is why the trauma of losing them turned him into a vigilante. 

For years and years, he walked in the darkness. He was “Vengeance”, he beat up criminals every single nights to...

No. If there’s one thing he learned, is that it was never really about vengeance. It was about love. 

Love for his mother.

For his father too, of course. 

For the city he grew up in. 

And later, for his children (his “true strength”). 

And for you, of course. 

After he lost his mom and dad, Bruce changed. And he stayed in the shadows for years, before finally... 

It’s not his mom, who saved him. But it’s “a” mom. “THE” mom, if your children had their say (and they definitely did). 

One day, he came back from patrol, and you and Dick were waiting for him. Well. You were waiting for him. Dick was fast asleep, in your arms. 

And Bruce...Bruce had a flashback of himself, age 8, not long before his parents died, asleep on his mom in that exact same position and-

Full circle. 

Your husband was sure that it was at that exact moment he finally realized how far he’d come. He wasn’t “Vengeance” anymore, hadn’t been for a while. No. No he was a beacon of hope. 

And who was his hope ? 

His family. 

Vengeance, had never been what made him become the Batman. 

No. Love did. Love for his parents, for his family, for his city...

Love, and hope that what happened to him never happen again. 

It’s as he saw you, sitting in his desk chair, with Dick in your arms (and oh, he was so small for his age), that he understood for good. 

Love was his driving force. 

From the first love he ever felt, the one of a mother, to you. 

Full circle. It starts with a mom, it ends with a mom. 

So if there was going to be just one person who would NEVER give your kids grief for how they were such big mama’s boys/girl, it was definitely him. 

Because he knew. Bruce knew. 

He knew how warm and strong a mother’s love was. 

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Ok here. I hope you liked it :). It’s not much, not like a well thought out thing, or an actual “story”, I wrote it in less than an hour and didn’t spellcheck or anything, I just wanted to write this all of a sudden, and just let my mind wander haha. T’was pretty nice. I often speak about how Batmom’s affection for the kids is endless, but rarely how the kids pull a “uno reverse card” on her a lot, and are affectionate in return haha. As usual, comments/reblogs are always welcomed and more than appreciated <3. 

Thank you for reading, and see you soon with a new story :).

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Bias Games ~ OT7 [Request]

WORD COUNT:1.1K

PAIRING: ot7 x Reader

GENRE: platonic, finding out who your bias is, established realtionship

A/N: This turned out so short I’m so sorry my love! 🥺💕

It was always the same with the boys, always trying to figure out who was your bias and fighting over it. It had been months, you would have thought they'd got bored of asking you over and over again but they never grew tired of it. Neither did interviewers either. You were an actress and visiting South Korea because you had some promoting to do. You and the boys had been friends for years and now they wanted to find out your bias. Trying to figure out which one of them you liked more than the other but it was never going to happen. 

Mostly because you didn't want to be the one to embarrass yourself in front of them all, it wasn't as if your bias mattered. You and the boys were just friends and you never wanted anything more than that. All you wanted were friends that understood the difficulties of being famous and you had that.

"You're leaving," Taehyung said as you stood at the door of their dorms. Your car waiting outside as you stood in the hallway of their dorms. It had been a three-month-long period of staying in Korea and now you had to head home. Filming was starting to happen on a new movie that you were being cast in and people needed you there to continue on.

"Well spotted Sherlock," You teased as Taehyung glared at you playfully, you knew what he was trying to hint at. It was the way it always was when you were heading home. They would try to guilt-trip you into telling them who your bias was.

"It won't work Tae, we always try it." Jimin reminded him as he rubbed Taehyung's shoulder and looked at you. Their dorms were your last place to visit that day, you'd shown up bright and early so that you could spend most of the day with your best friends.

Wanting nothing more than to stay there with them a little while longer but you all had obligations to fulfil and people waiting for you to do them. The boys had a comeback coming up and you had filming to get home to, it wasn't as if you could just put your jobs on pause and hang out with one another. 

"You're coming to see me in a couple of months, you'll be back to annoying me before you know it." You reassured Taehyung who still didn't seem convinced that it was going to pass as quickly as it would. The seven of them all looked after you like you were their sister and you looked up to them as brothers.

"We don't annoy you," Jin mumbled as he handed you a box of cookies to take with you on the plane. They all knew that you got a little snackish and wanted to make sure you had something that you actually liked to eat on the plane.

"Oh, so you don't constantly hound me to know who my bias is?" You questioned as you carefully placed the box of cookies into your handbag and raised your eyebrow. 

"Because we need to know!" Jungkook yelled out as he came into the porch from the living room. It was mostly the Maknae line that was always annoying you to find out who your bias was, not that it was any of them. Your bias laid within the Hyung line but it was another reason you were never going to admit to it. Admitting that your bias was who he was meant that he would take over. Smugly telling the boys over and over again that he was the favourite of the group. Playfully of course but it was why you weren't going to tell them. 

"Please, it'll be like a going-away present," Jimin said as he began to follow you out of the front door and down to your car, the driver looked pissed that everything was taking you so long to do. Your assistant had already loaded up the car and was waiting for you inside of the car for you to join her. 

"You always ask the same thing and I always give you the same answer," You reminded them as you shook your head, the rest of the boys standing at the car as you climbed inside, leaving the window down so that you could speak to them.

"You could just tell us and end the torture," Namjoon chuckled as you stared over at him, he had always been the one to tell the boys that it didn't matter. That whoever your bias was you still loved them all the same and it was true. The only reason you had a bias was that he was the one you had all of the photocards of, who you had liked a lot throughout getting to know the band.

"You just think it's you, Hyung," Jungkook grumbled as he folded his arms over his chest giving you the best puppy dog eye look that he could muster up. 

"That doesn't work," You smirked tapping his cheek through the window and shaking your head at them. As fun as it was torturing them with never telling them who your bias was it was tiring always fighting them back on it. Even when you went for interviews about your movies the interviewer would always bring up the boys in some way or another. Looking at your manager you bit down on your lip and nodded to her that you were ready to leave. 

"I'll see you all later," You called out as the driver began to pull out of the driveway, right as he was about to pull onto the road you stuck your head out of the window. 

"By the way! Yoongi is my bias!" You screamed as loudly as you could, smirking to yourself as the car began to drive away while the boys began to yell out. 

Yoongi stood there with a smug smile plastered across his lips nodding his head up and down slowly.

"I knew it," He smirked as the others all turned to look at him, all of them yelling over one another that it couldn't be true. That you and Yoongi must have been making it up to make the rest of them shut up about it.

All of it was proven to be true when you finally landed and called the boys back, showing them that Yoongi was in fact your bias. All of his photocards stored in a folder along with other collectables you had gotten over the years. Of course, it sparked chaos considering all of them wanted to be your bias. Each of them going out of their way to impress you more and more every time you got to spend time with you. Trying to take Yoongi's spot as your bias.

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[words-for-holland]

Distractions

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N decide to work in the same room together. The problem...both of them get easily distracted and a whole lotta fluff comes with it.

A/N: Whoa its been awhile but here we are again! Thank you for 1,000+ followers it means the world! Surprises to come 😉

“Hello beautiful.” Tom greets Y/N with a cheeky smile on his face. He quickly pecks her soft cheek as he places his laptop across from his lovely girlfriend, who was currently focused on her work.

She takes a second to look up, returning his smile with a soft one. “Hey, good looking. What’s up?”

“Nothing really. Is it okay if I work here with you? I just want to be close to my girl.”Tom pouts.

Y/N’s heart could burst at the sight and reason he gave. An inaudible “aw” prolonging through her mind...until she quickly realized that there could be some complications with this as a slight frown starts to replace her dimpled smile. “Wait...are you sure?”, she asks. “Dont you have press interviews that require absolute silence? I doubt any of you will want to hear the constant typing in the background.”

“Yeah, your typing is horrendous with those lead heavy fingertips of yours.” Tom teases.

“Well these lead heavy fingertips aren’t leaving anytime soon, so youre probably better off working elsewhere.” She suggests, pointing off to the distance. Tom groans at the idea, using his one hand to put her finger down. He engulfs hers with his, lacing her fingers and holding on tightly.

“Noooo. Dont wanna be anywhere else. Please darling? ” He pouts once more.

She giggles at his plea, rolling her eyes. “Course you can, bubz.” Tom excitedly scoots his chair in as he rubs his hands together to prep for the work to come.

And work they did...for at least 10 minutes. Tom was getting antsy as he read through his next script. Occasionally his eyes would roll to the left, and observe Y/N as she continued to read through an article on her screen. Not that Tom didnt find his own work fun but he always found watching Y/N do her thing just a bit more interesting.

He hadn’t realized himself, but his body start to shift and lean more towards her. His arm extending to wrap her in, as it glided up and down in a steady motion. His thumb doodling hearts on her shoulder. Tom could tell it had an effect on Y/N, discreetly smirking to himself as he heard her audible shakey sigh.

He wanted to see what else could make her sigh like that, so instead of his thumb he used pointer and middle finger, running them up and down her shoulder. Tom could see the smile creeping on Y/N’s face and her little head shake. She knew what he was up to and yet, Y/N still wanted him to think that he was not gonna get her that easily. But God was it hard. Every touch felt like tiny fireworks against her skin, goosebumps forming all over her body with every touch. She to stay strong. No distractions.

Tom eyes perked up, at the action. He must go further, he thinks. Tom starts to trace his nose from her shoulder to her neck, leaving kisses at her jawline. “C’mon darling. Think its time for a break.”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns her head towards him as she smiles, leaving a quick kiss on Tom’s lips. “Its only been ten minutes.” She laughs. “Five if you want to count the distractions.”

He backs up, pretending to look appalled. “How dare you. I’ve been a good lad focusing on my script for the whole ten minutes.”

A playful glare formed on Y/N’s soft face which ultimately ended her up with a fit of giggles. She couldnt take him seriously, but then again she never did with anything. Tom has always said if they were kidnapped by a pair of robbers, her first reaction would be to laugh. As the laughter died down, Y/N paid her attention back to the screen which had been inactive during the playful banter and continued to type out those set of documents that she had been meaning to get to.

Tom on the other hand was still reading through his script, taking mental notes on how he was going to approach his character. This time he was completely engrossed in his work. His eyes moving left to right with every line he took in. Until...he felt something ticking his lower calves. Tom knew it was Y/N’s foot, by the way it brushed just as he had done with his hand on her shoulder. The movements never stopped, her legs now curling around his own. Y/N was trying to getting back at him, but one thing she always forgot was that Tom always wins.

Naturally he had to the same, and what once became a playful game of footsie, now ended up with Tom shifting Y/N to sit on his lap. Her legs now wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto her hips. Both of them connecting their soft lips, feeling every spark and essence of love. He looked up at Y/N with admiration, thinking how lucky he is to have her in his life. Yeah Covid sucked for the most part and limited their ability to even do anything exciting outside, but it gave them the opportunity to be with each other far more than they could have on a normal day. On a normal day, Tom would be jumping around country to country while Y/N would be home miles and miles away from him. Course, nothings changed with jumping from country to country, but Tom gets to bring Y/N with him now and thats all that mattered to them.

But work never stopped them from keeping busy. Just as their kisses were getting more heated, and their hands tangling each others hair both their alarms went off. The couple stopped their antics as they leaned their heads back, groaning in synchronization.

“Ughh. Thats my cue. I have to prep for an interview.” He mumbles as he nuzzles into Y/N’s neck.

“I know. I have to get ready for another business meeting. Whoo.” she speaks in a sarcastic manner, dropping her head.

“What time?” He asked pressing a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“Mm...3. Why?”

Tom plays with the strands of her soft hair. “Was wondering if you’ll stay with me through mine and Ill stay with you through yours.”

“As much fun as that would be. I dont think were allowed to —“

“Im not saying we have to be on camera for each others meeting. But if one of us will be off camera itll be all right.” He plans, still looking at his girl with pleading eyes. Y/N’s mouth twitches to the left, her eyes furrowed with suspicion.

“You’re doing it again.” Tom states, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

“Doing what?”

“You’re making that face again.”

Her expression quickly changes to confusion, not entirely sure of what Tom was noticing that she didnt about her own face. “What face?”, she asks.

“The one where you twitch your lips and make your eyes look angry. You only do it when youre indecisive about something. Its bloody adorable.”

Y/N snorts at his comment, and tries to get off to give him time to prepare, only to be stopped by his hands pushing her back down on his lap.

“I was serious about wanting to stay with my girl the whole day while doing work. Please?” He pleads again, this time bringing out the puppy face. “I’ll be good and do the dishes tonight.”

To be fair, Y/N knew she was always gonna say yes to Tom. Its pretty hard to deny her dorky boyfriend when hes asking so sweetly and just wants to spend the day together. More so, if the roles were switched, she would have done the same thing. “Go get changed movie star, before youre late for your interview.” She murmurs to him, kissing his cheek before she scrambles of his lap to sit across from him.

Tom whoops with victory as he runs out the room quickly changing into his shirt, fixing his hair, and adding glasses for that sophisticated touch. Sure he wanted to look his best for the Cherry Press, but he made sure his outfit was something Y/N would very much adore as well.

“How do I look?” Tom asked coming out of their shared bedroom.

Y/N looks up from her computer, and smiles widely. “Handsome as always.” She couldnt take her eyes off of him, admiring every detail of the clothing and how it perfectly complimented Tom’s feature. She eyed him from top to bottom, until she noticed something. “Uhh..honey....you’re not wearing any pants.” She asked a bit confused. Her eyes engrossed in the muscles of his thighs and the fit of his Calvin Klein boxers.

Tom smirks at her. “Its uncomfortable wearing pants. Besides no one will see...except you.” He teases, gently lifting her head up so that her eyes meets his. “Eyes up here love.”

“Youre something else.” She laughs, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Well...least we know who wears the pants in the relationship.”

Tom laughs loudly at her comment. He hooks the waistband of Y/N’s sweatpants and snaps them back to further prove her point. “That was a good one. Ill give you that.” Tom and Y/N high five each other, and then it was press time.

Y/N kept quiet and tried her best to minimize the typing unless it was really needed. Seeing Tom talk about his work and dedication was something that she had always admired about him. He loved his job and everyone can see that. Occasionally they’d steal glances from each other, smiling and holding each others hand under table so that no one could see. But it was just one of those moments that Tom and Y/N couldnt help themselves too. Two hours passed and Tom was free.

“You did so well.” Y/N praised Tom and awarded him with a quick kiss. “I love it when you talk about your passion.”

“Thanks. I love that you were there with me to sit through it all.” He smiles. “I believe its your turn now. It’s almost 3.”

Y/N frowns, knowing shed have to dread through hers. Instead of getting to talk about her passions, itd all be about business, business, business. “Ugh. Do I have to?”she groans.

“Come on now. Dont be like that, you’re gonna be fine. Ill be here with you the whole time.” Tom reassures her with kisses all over her face.

“No distractions?” She asks.

“No distractions.”

[arvinsescape]

okay i love the way you write the “going public” trope so i have two requests but i’ll let u pick the one you like the most!!

one: first interview/talk show together after tom and actress!reader’s relationship goes public

two: a compilation of tom and reader’s instagram stories/posts together or of each other after they go public

thank u!!

First Interviews

A/N: So I chose the first option because I've done a lot of similar tropes regarding the second option! Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy 💕

"Okay, so they are going to ask you both about the pictures." Your agent said as she made sure you looked your best.

"I gathered as much." You laughed and your agent smiled.

"You don't seem as bothered as you usually would." She teased, she knew how much you'd liked Tom when you'd worked together on set.

"For once I'm not answering questions as a PR move, it's nice." You shrugged. You'd dated people before but managed to keep most of them private, you were somewhat glad you had considering how' they'd turned out but you'd made the decision to go public with Tom because he was different, the relationship felt different.

You'd been with him for almost six months and you'd both made the decision to stop being careful and get caught in the midst of some PDA. This time it wasn't for a PR stunt, he made you happy and you were ready for the world to know that even if it did open the floodgates for some unwanted comments.

"Okay, you're up." Your agent said as the host announced your name and you made your way onto the interview, Tom had been called previously and he smiled widely as he saw you approach, standing to being you into a hug. Placing a kiss to your cheek that sent the audience into a frenzy.

"Very nice to have you back." The host spoke, you'd done a few interviews with him over the years.

"Very nice to be back." You spoke as you took your seat next to Tom.

He started out by asking a few questions about your new project that you were going to be starring in and you answered the questions happily.

"Of course the question now on everyone's mind is are the two of you actually dating? You were spotted locking lips last week." The host asked with a raised brow and you smiled.

"Yeah, we are. I mean I thought it was obvious." You joked and the host laughed.

"You of course met on set of your last movie, who made the first move?" The interviewer probed.

"Tom did. I was way too nervous, wasn't sure if he liked me or not." You laughed.

"I don't know why, we'd already kissed before that. I thought it was pretty obvious I liked you." Tom teased and the audience gasped, almost in shock.

"You mean the two of you kissed off set, before you got together?" The host asked, eyebrows raised, this was new information, you'd not told anybody about it.

"Yeah," Tom confirmed, "so how you thought I didn't like you back is beyond me." Tom continued with a laugh.

"I thought it was a caught up in the moment thing." You threw your hands up in defence.

"Do tell, what happened?"

"Well," Tom started. "I went round to her trailer to practise some lines that we were both getting ridiculously wrong and then I don't know it just kind of happened." Tom said as he mindlessly took your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

"I thought we were just caught up in the moment, it was an emotional scene." You laughed.

"That didn't involve any kissing what so ever and I know I go off script sometimes but not so much." Tom teased and you laughed.

"Look, I just didn't believe that the Tom Holland liked me back, okay." You said and Tom smiled before kissing your cheek.

"You're too good for me sweetheart." Tom whispered into your ear and you smiled.

"So Tom, how did you find working with Y/N? She's been in this industry since she was a child, be honest, is she a diva?" The host asked with a laugh and you couldn't help but snort.

"Are you trying to get me into trouble?" Tom laughed as you playfully punched his arm. "No, she's not, completely the opposite. She's an amazing person to work with, so caring. She knows everyone's name, how she remembers I don't know, by the way! She doesn't care if you're the director or the guy who makes coffee, she treats everyone with respect and it was refreshing too see."

"I think Tom's in love." The host joked.

"Oh, head over heals." Tom said immediately. You felt your heart lift with his words, he was a complete romantic, he never passed up an opportunity to compliment you or tell anyone he loved you.

"So what made you want to go public?"

"We've been together now for six months," you shrugged in answer. "It felt right, the timing, where our relationship is, everything." You smiled.

"Do you think you'll do anymore projects together?"

"Maybe in the future, who knows. I hope so, Tom is amazing to work with, I've never had so much fun on a set where I'm tired and borderline stressed all the time, the hours for this film where so long." You answered with a laugh.

"I hope so. Working with Y/N was honestly an experience I don't think I'll ever get again, she's unlike anyone I've ever worked with, so down to earth and I'm glad I've got her in my corner for as long as she'll have me." Tom said, eyes not leaving you, the audience cooing at his words.

"I love you." You smiled, not caring who heard.

"I love you." He returned, your attentions on each other now.

"So there we have it, confirmed here first, Y/N L/N and Tom Holland."

[delu-jean]

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐎𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲?

(Hawks x fem!/reader) -> Mostly Fluff -> 1.4k 

Synopsis: You and Hawks decide to go out for a date. He’s running a little late, and you’re alone for a bit. You end up meeting a close friend of yours, and Hawks isn’t very pleased.

Notes: Might be a little angsty/sad after hearing about his insecurities? Other than that, I would say this os is kind of fluffy. Hope you like it ^^

It was the day you were looking forward to (since the beginning of the week at least). The day where you and Keigo would finally go out. It’s been at least two months since you last talked to him. He was busy with his job, and you, with university. It saddened you that you both were separated by your choice in career. Him a hero, and you, an accountant. It may have sounded boring compared to his extravagant job, but it was one you found enjoyable. 

Keigo texted you a couple days in advance, saying that he wanted to take you out. Of course you had agreed, and here you were, now at the mall waiting for him to arrive. You both planned to go shopping for a bit, and then watch a movie. Maybe go on a short stroll and part ways after. You made sure to fix up your appearance for once, knowing you might not be able to see him for sometime after. Plus, you wanted to make sure that you could make the best of things with the time given. 

You waited for about ten minutes. Not thinking much about it, you decided to play on your phone, scroll through your socials, and do whatever you could to distract yourself. It worked for a while...until you found yourself looking at your phone for the next hour. You happened to scroll onto a post talking about Keigo at an interview. 

‘I thought he said he was free today…’ you sighed and put your phone away. 

You then got up from your seat. Though he doesn’t stand you up as often as he meets you, it still sucked knowing that you both barely met. This was the first time in two months, would you have to wait another three?...four even? You decided not to think too much about it, after all, you understood and respected Keigo’s schedule. 

‘I guess I’ll get going now-’ 

“L/n?” you looked up to see a very familiar face. 

“Watarou? What are you doing here?” 

“I’m just strolling around haha. I just got back from America, and decided to do a little bit of shopping. You?” 

“Oh...I’m...or rather, I was waiting for my boyfriend. He’s a little late though...so I think I’m going to get going.” 

Watarou took note of your disappointment, and based on what he knew (about you), he thought about what would cheer you up. 

“Hey...if you don’t mind, we should go and get some crepes. My treat.” 

“Really!?”

“Really, like old times.” 

---

Hawks arrived about an hour later. He felt super guilty that he wasn’t able to see you at the time he promised, but duty called when it needed to. He also knew you understood his schedule and was grateful for that. He was very, very thankful for it. Reason being, one thing that Hawks had always been insecure about, was his lifestyle in general. 

He was constantly doing something, whether that be hero work, interviews, promotions, and so much more. That being the case, whenever he tried making relationships work, they’d always end with “why are you so busy?”, “can’t you try to make some time for me?” He tried doing his best, but things would always end because of that. But when he met you, things had changed. 

Although he was a little reluctant, and it took a while to convince him, he ultimately knew you were someone who did respect his time. So because of that, he made sure to make your sessions special, to show the appreciation he had for you. Because of this, he always made sure to be on time. Rushing out of his work so he could sprint to you. So when he was late, he’d feel horrible for making you wait, secretly having thoughts about traumatic past experiences. 

“Where is she?” 

He tried calling only to realize your phone had died, it immediately sent him to voicemail. He was getting anxious at this point, maybe you went home? But then, you would’ve had a charger?...maybe it broke? He then looked around catching a glimpse of your hair...and what seemed to be like...another person. 

He started to stride towards you. Just who exactly were you with? He then gazed as the two of you ate crepes together. You seemed to be enjoying your time with him while you both conversed. Hawks on the other hand, was not. Though he was fine with you having friends...your interaction seemed to be a little “too friendly.” He continued to watch from behind, and saw as he then slid something over. 

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bracelet...do you like it?”

“It looks gorgeous!” you looked in awe as the gentlemen smiled. 

“I’m glad you do. I’ve been trying to get the right gift for a while now.” 

“Who wouldn’t like it? I can tell you put a lot of effort into it,” he then put his hand on the box as you continued eating your crepes. 

Hawks had seen enough. To see someone give you that type of attention, whether he was a friend or not, didn’t sit right with him. Not only that, but it really hurt seeing someone else was treating you better than him (in his eyes at least). Regardless of who he was, Keigo was your boyfriend, and that being the case, should’ve been trying harder. 

He then approached the both of you, and gave a cold stare to Watarou. Watarou seemed a little uneasy with the exchange, while you were thrilled to see Hawks. You got up and wrapped your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly as his hands stood at his side. 

“Keigo! You’re here!’ 

“Were you having fun?...” he said, agitated as you then realized what was going on. 

“Oh Keigo...I never knew you’d get jealous over something like this.” 

“What!? What do you mean!?”

“Watarou, this is Keigo. Keigo, Watarou.” 

“Nice to meet you man,” Watarou said as he gave his hand. 

“Yeah...same here…” Hawks said while feeling uncertain. 

“Watarou was just helping me kill time, it’s been a while since we last got together, so we took advantage of it while you finished your duties.”

‘So they’ve known each other for a while.’ 

“Yeah...I hope you don’t mind. I took her for crepes and we talked for a bit.” 

“What about the bracelet?” Keigo would ask bluntly as he then said: 

“Oh, I was asking for Y/n’s opinion. I’m gifting it to my sister, and since they have similar taste, I wanted her input on things. I’m glad they’re good.” 

“Ahh...I see.” 

“Well, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you both sometime, I have about two weeks left? So see you then!” 

“Bye Watarou!” you waved as he exited the mall. 

Keigo then realised as to why he was so irritated. It wasn’t that you had done wrong, no, he trusted that you were loyal. It was that his insecurities got the best of him, which threw him off. He was upset that such feelings got him acting so petty, especially towards someone who had done nothing wrong. Knowing this, he knew what he needed to do. He sighed to then look you in the eye. You still a little confused, he then apologized, saying: 

“Dove...I’m sorry…” 

“Sorry for what?”  

“It’s just that...I was so caught up in my insecurities...that I assumed you were doing wrong…”

“Oh…” you weren’t going to lie, you were a little disappointed. Why would he even think that, after all your time together?...but then, you also understood his past and whatnot. Still, it bothered you to say the least. 

“I’m sorry for that...along with not showing up on time. I tried my best to come, but I guess, Watarou beat me to it haha. Not in a bad way of course, I’m just grateful you had some company while I was on my way.” 

“I guess so, but Keigo.” 

“Hm?” 

“You know, you won’t ever have to worry about that kind of thing. Even though I'm a little hurt by your assumption, I get why and will let it slide for this time,” he smiled and then grabbed your hand. 

“Mhm, love you,” he pecked your cheek as your hands intertwined. 

“Silly, I’d only fall for your chicken-like charms.” 

“Aww, why not my Hawkish charms? Sharp, daring, handsome?” he winked as you shook your head. 

“Because a chicken is vulnerable, soft, cute, and gives me loads of egg,” you then stared at his wallet as he rolled his eyes (playfully). 

“Okay okay fine, let’s go catch that movie,” he sighed as you laughed. 

“Sounds good to me!” 

[captainsophiestark]

Scrapes and Bruises

Grant Ward x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Requested: Nope!

Summary: Soulmate AU where your soulmate feels all the physical pain and gets all the physical injuries you do. For the past few years, Y/N has had a soulmate getting all kinds of crazy injuries, usually at the worst possible times. When an opportunity to get some payback arises, they jump at the chance, but they might end up getting more than just revenge when they start training.

Word Count: 1,603

Category: Mostly fluff

A/N: This is my 100th fic on here!! Whoop whoop! Fitting that it’s a Grant Ward fic lol.

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I hated my soulmate.

I'd never met them before, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I hated them. Whatever they were out doing in the world, it resulted in them constantly getting beat up and, thanks to this stupid soulmate thing, resulted in me getting beat up. My teachers had actually been worried for me my senior year of high school with how many bruises I'd come to class with each week. For most people, sharing injuries with your soulmate was an inconvenience at most. For me and a select other section of the population, it was a constant, legitimate problem.

So, of course, when I graduated high school with an offer to join SHIELD's operations academy, I had to take it. Not only would I become a spy and do good in the world, but I'd also finally have an opportunity to pay my soulmate back for whatever shit they'd been getting up to for the past few years.

After a long processes of orientation, testing, and tedious interviews, I finally woke up from my first night spent at the Academy and started heading to my first training session of the day.

Get ready, soulmate, I thought as my classmates and I formed a line on the mats, waiting for our instructor. It's time for some payback.

"Alright recruits! Listen up!"

We all stood at attention as a big, drill-sergeant looking guy made his way into the room. He paced in front of us, giving us all scrutinizing looks.

"I'm Agent Arlo, and I'll be your regular instructor for your class. I'll be teaching you how to fight, and critiquing you as you go along. But fair warning, I'm not about to be gentle. Only the toughest make it through Operations, and you'll be getting your very first test at the end of the lesson today. Now, pair off!"

We did as he said, walking through various forms of attack and defense and then practicing against our partners. I was actually pretty good at it, which was a pleasant surprise. I held my own against my partner for the majority of the class, although the one downside of that was the lack of revenge against my soulmate.

Oh well. If all went according to plan, I'd have a very long career at SHIELD for all the payback I could hope for.

"Alright, everybody fall back into line!" called Agent Arlo, once we'd all worked through and practiced our moves for more than an hour on end. "This isn't usually how class will end, but you lot are lucky enough to have one of the Operations Academy's best Specialists in the building today. He's going to walk you through a demonstration and test out a few of you who looked the most promising. Agent Ward!"

There were some excited murmurs from the crowd as another agent walked in, this one much younger. He looked to be about our age, and also one of the most handsome men I'd ever seen.

He stood next to Agent Arlo with his back straight and his hands folded in front of him, staring us all down one by one. When his eyes landed on me, I swear I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Once Agent Ward had surveyed the whole line of us, he nodded to Agent Arlo, then stepped onto the mat behind him.

"Alright Ward, who do you want first?" asked Arlo.

"Gimme the best you've got," he said simply. Arlo nodded, then whirled around to look at me.

"Y/L/N. Out of this group, that was you. Let's go."

I took a quick second to steel myself, then stepped onto the mat with Agent Ward. He looked me up and down, and in a different context, I would've thought he was checking me out. Here, however, I knew he was looking for any weakness he might be able to exploit.

"Whenever you're ready," he said, raising his arms into a defensive stance and giving me a nod. I pursed my lips. My plan had been to force Ward to make the first move, but that was now out the window.

I took a deep breath, and studied Ward's stance. I couldn't see any obvious place to attack, so I'd just have to hope one would open up as we went along. With nothing left to do but make a move, I darted towards him for my first attack.

He quickly deflected my first punch, then returned fire with one of his own. Unfortunately for me, it landed right in my ribs at full-force and knocked the wind out of me.

"Ah!" I cried.

"Shit!" hissed Ward at the same time.

We both took a step back from each other, both of us holding the same spot on our ribs. I just stared at Ward, not quite able to believe it. If he'd punched me and it had hurt him too, in the exact same spot it had hurt me... that could only mean one thing.

"You're my soulmate?" I demanded, looking at Ward with equal mixes of curiosity, disbelief, shock, and anger. Without thinking, I smacked him hard in the arm, then instantly regretted it when I felt the impact on myself. "I've been pissed at you for years for all the bruises I got through you!"

Ward held his hands up in defense, and he looked just as freaked out as I did. He turned to look at Arlo, who was also watching us curiously (along with the rest of the class).

"Uh... Sir, do you mind if we take a few minutes?" he asked. Arlo nodded.

"Take the rest of the lesson," Arlo commanded. "We were almost done here anyway. You too, Y/L/N."

Neither of us needed to be told twice. I didn't want to have this conversation in front of our entire class, so I followed Ward quickly out of the room. He led me to an empty classroom down the hall from the one we'd been using.

"So, hold on..." he said, turning to me as soon as we had some privacy. "You're my soulmate? I honestly wasn't sure they were real."

"Oh, they're real!" I yelled. "If I wasn't sure of that before, the black eye and cut that opened up on my cheek in the middle of my AP test last year—with no one else around me—was sure enough to convince me!"

Instead of looking concerned or even apologetic, Ward looked thoughtful.

"Was that last May?" he finally asked me.

"Uh... yeah!" I shouted, making my outrage clear. Ward just nodded calmly.

"That was while I was in Russia. My cover was a little too good, and a few guys working against their government caught up to me and got a few good hits on me before I could get away."

I just stared at him, mouth open and eyes wide, honestly not sure what to say. After a second, Ward looked back at me and realized his misstep.

"Oh, uh, sorry that it impacted you, though," he said. "Look, unfortunately, it's part of being a SHIELD agent. If you're joining up, then I'm going to be taking my fair share of hits too."

"Well, actually, that was the idea," I said, relaxing a little now that I'd at least gotten an apology (no matter how half-hearted it may have been). "I got recruited after graduation, and I figured joining SHIELD would be a pretty good way to get back at... well, you."

To my surprise, Ward actually smiled.

"You joined SHIELD to spite your soulmate?" he asked, a little amusement in his voice. I just shrugged.

"Well, it sounds a little worse when you say it like that. I'd say it was more... revenge than spite."

Ward chuckled and ducked his head, and when he looked back at me, it was with a smile.

"I'm starting to see why we're soulmates," he said. After a short beat, he held out a hand to me. "Why don't we start over? I'm Grant Ward, and it's nice to meet you."

I considered for a second, but then I smiled and took his hand. If he was really my soulmate, I couldn't ignore him forever.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you too." We shared a smile, and held hands for a little longer than technically necessary. "So... what do we do now?"

"Well, it's pretty rare to get out of Arlo's class early. How would you feel about using the extra time to let me show you one of the best coffee shops on campus?"

I smiled. "I'd love that."

Grant nodded, then offered me his hand. I only hesitated for a second before I took it and let him lead me through the academy to the coffee shop. He still had a lot to make up for, especially since he'd also found a way to get in a fight while I was in the middle of taking the SAT, but somehow, I knew he'd make up for it.

I'd spent so long planning payback for my soulmate when I finally met them, it was a nice surprise to suddenly want to start planning dates instead.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Adorable - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Crack, Cursing, slice of life, Bakugou kinda ooc but still lovable

Summary: Honestly it’s just some scenarios of Bakugou and Y/N being an adorable couple. It’s also just some moments in their lives as a couple

“Annnddd....done!” You squealed as you got your setup ready. You were currently setting up a cupcake tower on a table after you spent days baking. UA needed some funds so they set up a little event to raise money. Students could either participate in raising money or giving money and Y/N chose to do a little cupcake sale to help out. What a sweetheart.

“It looks amazing Y/N,” Mina said as she tried to grab a cupcake. You smacked her hand away before she snatched one. “Ow!”

“Those aren’t free Mina, they’re important too.” You explained as you picked up a stack of flyers to pass out.

“I know they’re important! They’re gonna save my life! I didn’t get to eat breakfast and I’m starvingggg.” You laughed at your best friend before you took a few steps away from your table to pass out the papers.

“Well unless you pay for it, you can’t have it. Besides, I put a lot of work into them. I spent a week in the kitchen and I just spent 4 hours setting up the table. Cant let them go to waste and just give ‘em for free.” you said as you gave away the flyers.

What you didn’t realize was that behind you at your table, Bakugou and Kirishima had stumbled upon your cupcake table and silently went in to grab one. Unfortunately, they weren’t the most graceful and tipped over your entire setup. They looked at each other in shock and quickly scrambled to fix their mistake as you were distracted. The boys picked up the table and quickly went to gather the cakes.

“I put a lot of time into them. There’s sugar free, dairy free-“

“Do you have any that are just free free? I’m really hungry.” Mina whined and you gave in.

“Fine, I’ll let you have a cupcake if you help me with the sale. You can make sure the table stays neat and tidy!” you bargained to which Mina agreed. However, as you said that, Bakugou had tipped the table again after he bumped into it while picking up cupcakes and Kirishima gave him a look that screamed ‘duuudeee seriously?!’ As he was on his knees picking up the sweets.

“Hey, maybe we can get Bakugou and Kirishima to help us too!” Mina offered.

“Ehh, I don’t know. They’d probably just want to eat everything,” you warned as you hung up one flyer.

“I doubt they’d put food in their mouths if it meant helping the school.” She tried to defend them but behind your backs, the boys panicked when they didn’t know what to do and just stuffed the cakes in their mouths. They left evidence all over their hands and face.

“Well, let’s get this bake sale started!” You said and when you both turned around to face your table, you saw it on the ground along with a few cupcakes. The rest of them were in the hands and mouths of Kirishima and Bakugou as you both watched them continue to chow down on the desserts. Once they noticed you guys staring they froze, dropped the cupcakes, pointed towards each other, and spoke with full mouths at the same time.

“.....he did it.” They both said with frosting and cake all in their hands, mouths, and faces.

—

Here’s the situation. Y/N has been directed to keep a low profile due to her being targeted by a few villains. She wasn’t down for that especially since her and Bakugou were a duo. She knew Bakugou could handle himself but it made her feel better knowing they were both looking out for each other on the field. And so, to keep fighting by his side, she went under an Alias hero name, Blaze, and gave herself a new look for the time being. She wore a very subtle and natural wig, different makeup, and wore a bandana mask that covered half her face.

Bakugou of course knew who she was, along with the rest of the former students in 1-A, but they went along with it so that Y/N can continue to fight. Unfortunately, “Blaze,” grew popular as people began to notice Bakugou’s “new” hero partner and eventually, the duo got an interview that wanted an inside scoop on all things Blaze. So here we are at that interview.

“You know Dynamight, I think I like this new partner better than H/N,” the interviewer said. Bakugou and the rest of 1-A grew a shocked and fearful look on their faces once those words left the poor man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” Y/N aka Blaze said.

“Well, Blaze, I think you just have this special something that H/N never had. And, I think you’re more talented than her.” Ironic since the man is speaking to the same girl just with a different name. Once he said that though, the former students all grew shocked faces that were the embodiment of “😧😯” as they awaited for Y/N’s reply.

“Heh...what?” Y/N laughed trying to play it off and not be detected, “H/N is brilliant. You have no idea what you are talking about,” Y/N said with a slight smile but 100% attitude. Bakugou looked at his girlfriend with hesistant eyes as he was worried she would kill the man.

“I think I do,” the man started, “see, you just bring this fresh new look for Dynamight that H/N never brought.”

Bakugou was pissed this man was talking about his Y/N like that but he was in the eye of the public and had to keep a cool cover and so he quickly jumped to try and save this interviewer from Y/N’s wrath.

“H/N was also fresh! Heh..some might even say that H/N and Blaze have the same amount of ..fre-freshness.” Bakugou tried to counter but the man kept going.

“Well in my opinion, Y/N L/N wasnt an impactful or important part of your success at all. She was overrated.” And Bakugou’s face grew worried and shocked as his head snapped towards Y/N to gaze her reaction.

“Huh! What do you know?! You don’t fight villains or save lives!” Y/N aka Blaze said as she stood from her seat and walked towards the man. “You just sit there with your over-gelled, swoopy hair as you read and ask stupid questions off of stupid cards!” She said and took the cards out of his hands and threw them at the man.

Bakugou was quick to stand and try to take the attention away from the scene. “Hey uh..my-my team will be coming out with new Dynamight merch so stay tuned for that!..heh...”

“And another thing,” Y/N said as her intense stare never left the interviewer’s. “H/N has worked too hard to be treated with such disrespect! Am I right everyone?!” She asked the crowd in the audience as they all cheered in agreement.

“See this is what I’m talking about!” The man said as he stood up with you and Katsuki. “This is that exact fire that Y/N lacks!”

“Oh I’ll show you fire!” You said as you went to jump the man but before you got a chance Bakugou was quick to grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He turned to the man and apologized and created a casual conversation as you hung from his shoulders, fist-pumping with the crowd as they cheered on your alias name.

“Goodnight everyone!” Bakugou screamed as he ran off with you and out of the building. He took you home and you both had to take a breather from the insane night.

—

“Baby?” Bakugou screamed into your dorm room as he couldn’t find you. He just got back from a training session in the forest with Aizawa and had been looking for you all day. He just wants to see his teddy bear.

“Baby?” Checked the common rooms..nothing.

“Babyyy?” Checked the kitchens...nope.

“Y/N?” Checked the school..not here either.

“Teddy Bear?” Checked the gym..you already know. Bakugou got tired and went to the rooftop.

“TEDDY BEAARRRRRRRR!!!!” He screamed to the world. He still got nothing but then he heard feet running up the stairs and the door bust open. He turned in hopes of it being his loving girlfriend but instead he saw his 4 friends.

“BAKUGOU! SHUT UP!” They all screamed at him.

“Oh shut up idiots! I’m trying to find my girlfriend here!” Bakugou said and as he was getting ready to yell again, the Bakusquad shut him up and dragged him to his dorm room.

“Did you check there?!” Mina asked and she and the rest of the squad walked away. Bakugou walked in and saw you peacefully sleeping in his bed and out of nowhere his annoyed thoughts all left him as he smiled at your slumbering state. He took off his bags and shoes as he jumped into bed with you and smothered your face in quick kisses.

You finally woke up to the ticklish feeling of your loving boyfriend and giggled as he assaulted you with his love. “Hey baby, what’s up?”

“I’ve been looking for you Princess,” Bakugou said as his lips were on your cheek. His face was smooshed into yours as he inhaled your sweet scent. He loved it here.

“You need something, love?” You asked as you turned to face him. You watched as Bakugou just nodded his head and poked his lips out. Yes. Bakugou Katsuki did all that searching and yelling for a single peck on the lips from you. It was all he craved for and he was gonna get it. You smiled as you rolled your eyes and gave in. The sweet peck was enough to make Bakugou combust as he sighed in satisfaction and flopped onto his bed, bringing you down with you him.

“Thank you!” He said with shut eyes and a contempt smile.

“Sure babe, anytime,” you said as you cuddled into him and drifted back off to sleep. Katsuki following you, dreaming about giving you even more kisses.

—

Y/N had been meditating. Due to her quirk, it was good that she’d get some R&R during these peaceful and quiet states. Until her boyfriend walked in. Bakugou Katsuki, who is very much the opposite of peaceful and quiet.

“Baby?” He asked. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He said with a pretty chirpy attitude and a small smile.

“Go away,” you smiled sweetly at him for a second before turning back around.

“THAT’S JUST MEAN!”

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A/N: idk I thought this was cute :/