#ok anyways. enough from me ty for the follow up ask that also pushed me to actually type this up :) <3

[welcometoteyvat]

love your thoughts on character’s ages. looking forward to fontaine & sumeru :) i think you described it really well. ages for my are like… they exist but they don’t at the same time.

edit: OH MY GOD TUMBLRS EDITOR FORMATTING SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!! if you see random parts of words bolded PLEASE ignore i dont know why it keeps happening

if you're the same anon as the og ask i am so so so sorry about the delay T_T T_T i was drafting my answer and then boom life happened ..... anyways. thank you for enjoying my thoughts wah <3333333 "they exist but they don't" SAME SAME frfr. like the most on-point (internet) discussion I've read on ages is that the stage of life you're in is often the only factor that matters, and that can vary a lot based on like your past experiences and stuff. and from my own perspective this holds true—similarly, in genshin where all the playable characters have jobs it's hard to kind of quantify them into really distinct age ranges tbh. sometimes it's just vibes (unfortunately vibes often includes height bc it's a game w not very diverse model types). anyways! character hcs:

sumeru (sans scaramouche): collei, cyno, tighnari, faruzan, layla, nilou

i think collei has an actual canon age right? unless I'm tripping and fanon has solidified so much in everyone's minds. I still haven't read the manhua <3 but iirc people think she's 12-13 there right. maybe she's like 17 rn, i can see anywhere from 14-16 though. idk anything abt her timeline so these are quite literally guesstimates from vibes and they're likely to be wrong. Layla is such a college girlie, she's like 19-20 and sleep deprived (same fr); begging for her to catch a break on behalf of uni students everywhere. I don't have a set age for Faruzan, I can see her anywhere from 30-40, 26 years old minimum (the redesigns people give her where she looks visibly older are so cool <3). Given she was a pretty well known researcher back in her day and since academia is a long and arduous career choice, I think it makes sense; also if she's like way older than Kaveh appearance wise (≥ 10 years) , even if she hadn't gotten trapped for a century, that would be sick af (their dynamic is impeccable and I think a larger age difference makes it better, sweeter, and funnier). Nilou also feels 19-20 years old to me; no real explanation, she just has a young adult vibe, like someone just out of her teenage years but quite capable at managing her life, although still testing out responsibility for major decisions and stuff like that (age solidarity w yun jin)

iirc cyno was already mahamatra or something WHILE tighnari was still in school; thus this makes cynonari EXTREMELY funny if you're a moral purist who ships it and thinks they fell in love in their akademiya days LOL. jkjk it's also a reasonable interpretation that Cyno became mahamatra at an insanely young age, since uhhh fucked up temple of silence background smth smth and honestly it feels in character for him to go buck wild at a young age like that (person most suited for young collei fr). HOWEVER. personally I think being mahamatra at like 19 is insane—thus I think tighnari's probably 23, cyno might be 27? I don't know if that makes it """""""better""""""" from an age gap standpoint but I also don't really care. Cyno being older but more joking around friends, while Tighnari is the younger kohai but serious and no-nonsense is pretty funny to me and when they're both serious you know you're fucked

fontaine: lyney, lynette, freminet (are those the only medium youth models so far lol. damn)

anyways lyney and lynette are confirmed to be at least 10 from Lyney's story quest. such helpful information I know lol. I'd think they're probably around 19-20? 18 minimum—I personally wouldn't watch 18 year olds do gravity defying magic tricks at the nation's biggest opera house—being like 1 year older doesn't make it any better ofc lol, but I think they're above the teenage threshold bc of that. Kinda fucked up to think about the timeline and house of hearth stuff though with this in mind

Freminet I'd say is around 16; 14 minimum. No thoughts for this just vibes. mmmmm idk when he was adopted into the house, if he's around 4-5 years younger than L+L, and let's say they entered the House when they were maybe 6-9 (my headcanons, is it now possible to piece together an accurate timeline of this from in-game lore??), and that was maybe 3-4 years after freminet entered, he probably was like 5-7 when he entered... wah frem............. poor child I'm giving him a hug (knowing that he's also a killing machine)

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 10 “The Elevator” [Episode List] After visiting a friend’s house, Tim and the gassy-as-usual Dave take a really slow elevator together.

The Elevator

I took a quick sip of beer as our friend Adam left the living room to get another can in his fridge. What was left was a weirdly awkward silence and Dave, with his own beer, glaring at me.

“Dude,” he whispered. “It’s been a hour. I thought you were gonna tell him.”

I chose Adam as the first non-Dave bud to come out to, but it ended up being surprisingly hard to do. It’s not like Dave was forcing me or anything, or that Adam was a bad person; on the contrary, Dave was simply there with me as my emotional support in case things go south (but we both know they won’t) and Adam was, well, just Adam. Dave’s rightful reaction to me not coming out as planned didn’t bother me and as I said he wasn’t there to intimidate a confession out of me.

“Look, I don’t feel ready, okay?”

“You’ve been talking about the weather for 20 minutes.” he hissed. “What’s next? Geology?”

I chuckled. “Actually, this reminds me that they found this weird rock in South Amer-“

“I can’t believe this.”

“What’s not to believe? You take a big shovel and-“

“And I’m gonna dig my own grave if you start talking about rocks.”

I chuckled again. I know he wasn’t really mad.

Annoyed? Maybe. But mad? Nah, that’s a stretch.

He had all the rights to be annoyed though, but in the end it was my decision to make and he knew this.

We kept whispering as we heard Adam rummaging the fridge like some kind of raccoon longing for a cold drink.

“Look.” I said. “it’s late now anyway. Let’s just leave. Sorry I wasted your time.”

“Fine.” he replied. “Let’s finish our beers first at least.”

“That goes without saying.” and I took a long sip.

Truth is that I hadn’t any real reason to hide my homosexuality from Adam or any other of my buds actually. First, we’re in our 20s, we’re all mature and open-minded here. And in the end, excluding the whole fart-thing going on with Dave, they were all like him, chill guys. Adam, despite always sounding like someone who wants to have none of your shit, or anyone’s shit really, more than once proved that it’s just a facade and not-so-deep down he’s always ready to listen and back you up whenever you needed it. He did just listen to me talking about the weather for 20 minutes, so either he’s fascinated by the subject or knows I’m trying to tell him something else and is just patiently waiting.

The thought of wasting both of my buds’ time in a way or another kind of bothered me to be honest, so I was more than okay with wrapping things up and just leave, which me and Dave did mere minutes later.

“See you bro.” my bud said to Adam, standing by the door, as we went outside in the hallway, not far from the stairs and the elevator “Tim wants to talk about rocks so I’m taking him out of here before he kills you with boredom.”

“The one they dug up in Colombia?” Adam asked, much to our surprise.

“Yeah.” I answered. “They know it’s andesite but it has some interesting carvings on the surface and-“

A startled “What the fuck.” from Dave echoed in the hallway and the entire apartment building.

“What the fuck indeed.” Adam uttered, rather excitedly, completely missing the point. “This could change the archeo-history of the entire region.”

“I heard enough.” Dave said as he walked towards the elevator.

Both me and the other rock-enthusiast laughed at his reaction.

“By the way, I’m going to join you for a bit as I gotta walk the dog.” Adam remembered, reaching for a leash behind him.

“We’ll see you outside then.” Dave replied and then turned to me. “Tim, elevator, now.” he ordered.

“You sure, guys? You remember that thing is slow as shit, right?”

“We’ll be fine.” my bud said, patting my back. “I guess I’ll make Tim last longer then.” he joked.

“That only happens when you call me ‘daddy’” I joked back, as we walked towards the elevator, leaving our common friend behind.

“Rrrright.” Adam said. “I’ll get the dog while you two solve your sexual tension. See you outside.”

I pressed the button to summon the lift, Dave’s arm still around my shoulder as if he had something to show me. Truth to be told, I somehow knew where this was going.

As the panels of the door opened, we stepped into the elevator cab. I pressed the “G” on the control panel. I heard a mechanical noise and the elevator started its long, slow descent (we were at the 10th floor), after the doors closed behind us of course.

It was a cold evening and the cab wasn’t any warmer. I turned to Dave, who was wearing a dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey jeans. He looked at me with a smirk, hands in his jeans pockets; he raised his eyebrows and, without warning, a loud thunder echoed in that enclosed moving space.

The roaring fart had a slow start, with some interruptions, actually a sign for how big it was, but Dave, being an expert, quickly tamed the gassy beast and properly “tuned” the sound of the blast after a couple of seconds, keeping a consistent pitch, while also making it sound loud and deep. It felt like he was ripping one of those huge “when the girl finally leaves” farts, only, well, Dave-sized, which is always a sight to behold… hear? In this case there was no girl so he probably simply held all of his farts in to not ruin “the moment”, in case I wanted to come out back at Adam’s place (with beer acting as a bonus fuel).

A silly smile was drawn on my bro’s face as the fart kept going strong and proud, sometimes reaching some incredibly loud moments. He chuckled a bit and even winked at me when the blast made some particularly “meaty” noises, if that makes any sense. The fart was impressive on his own but Dave “interacting” with me while still masterfully passing gas was incredible as well (and, of course, hot).

The number 6 on the control panel lightened up and only in that moment I realized two things: the first being that the elevator was indeed slow as fuck; the second is that around 40 seconds passed and neither Dave nor his fart “flinched”. I was widely aroused by that and I felt the air around us getting more and more “polluted”, but not in an unbearable way actually. The blast kept echoing inside the elevator and I’m pretty sure that it could have been easily heard, albeit a bit muffled, by anyone taking the stairs.

Dave farted in my face many times, but no fart reached the length and power of this one, which is saying a lot. My bud’s butt-burps normally last around 6-12 seconds and don’t get me wrong they’re amazing, but man, maybe this one rip would have been too much to endure even for me: it simply wouldn’t stop. It’s like there was a loud engine in the elevator which couldn’t be turned off as I couldn’t hear anything else.

I was instead the opposite of turned off and teasing bastard Dave Maning knew this and, as usual, had no issue with it. At this point it was a race between Dave’s longest fart and the world’s slowest elevator.

We were now at the 3rd floor and my bud probably wanted to do a “big finale”; he was visibly pushing the blast out now, as if he wanted it to last as long as possible, a smirk still drawn on his face. He closed his eyes and the sound made it look like another fart was ripped over the sound of the previous fart, as if two audio channels in his ass somehow overlapped. The sound was of course louder than ever; the smell now, and only now, getting a bit hard to get used to. But to be honest, Dave’s skills as a sound designer alone were impressive enough.

A big part of me, mainly the one between my legs, wanted to get on my knees and plant my face in his denim ass before the fart faded out, but I knew that would have been too much even for such a chill guy like him. I’m sure he wouldn’t hate me or anything at this point but we both know there are some untold boundaries and honestly it’s better this way. I know how lucky I am to have someone like him around (farts or not).

My farting bro probably read my mind as he slowly turned around and got closer, again without affecting the fart’s quality and, being a bit taller then me, basically farted on the upper part of my hip. It almost made my entire body shake due to its power and it felt good. Now I really wanted to bend down as if I was tying my shoes but what stopped me this time was also the thought of… not surviving. I was familiar with Dave’s farts but this was absurdly powerful even for him.

And finally, as Dave resumed his previous position, again looking at me, the fart stopped, followed by my friend letting out a relieved whistle, and then an immature cackle.

Not even 2 seconds after that the elevator reached its destination, stopping as well. I jokingly clapped my hand and shook my head in disbelief. “Bravo!” I said, as if I just watched some fancy stage play.

Dave simply smiled and turned his back at me to face the exit, as we both waited for the just-as-slow panel doors to open.

“At least not all the time here was wasted.” he laughed.

“Bro, we had a beer together. That’s never a waste of time for me.” I replied.

“Wow. Rocks, gay and cringe. You got it all, Tim!” he replied.

We both laughed at me being needlessly cheesy and finally stepped out of that gas chamber. Someone stepped in the cab as we left it and the doors closed, leaving us in the hallway at the ground floor. We heard muffled coughing noises almost immediately and we laughed again, as we knew the disgusting reason. Poor, innocent soul.

“Ok but bro” Dave then said, looking a bit more serious. “You gotta do it someday. Trust me you can trust all of us.”

“I know man.” I replied, as we walked towards the exit “Next time I meet Adam, doesn’t matter where and when, I’m gonna tell him that I’m gay.”

My voice echoed in the building and through the stairs, but I didn’t care.

“You’re… gay?”

Okay, I cared.

We both turned around, puzzled.

It was Adam, right behind us (with this dog on leash), descending one last set of stairs before ending up in front of us. Somehow he’s been slower than the elevator, which both me and Dave found hilarious but I also had other emotions going on that moment.

Dave patted my shoulder encouragingly and stepped back: it was my time to shine.

“Yep.” I simply said. “I wanted to tell you hours ago but I didn’t have the guts to do it.”

Adam just stared at me with a confused expression.

I didn’t feel as nervous as I anticipated. “Yes, Dave knows it…” I quickly added, noticing him staring at my other straight bud. “And I asked him to not tell anyone.”

A moment of silence followed and those always feel like they last hours.

“I mean you two clearly have been dating each other for years” Adam joked. “So it’s no surprise, really.”

“WHAT WE HAVE IS SPECIAL!” Dave shouted, jokingly faking a desperate reaction.

I simply laughed and before I could process how well everything was going I felt Adam doing something very unusual for him: he hugged me.

“I’m glad you told me, man.” he simply said. “You know you can count on us.”

I know times have changed and all but this felt like a victory. Every time I’m gonna come out to a friend of mine it’s one step closer to the peak of a mountain and once at the top I will finally-

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” Adam said, patting his pockets. “I’ll just take the elevato-“

“NOOO!” both me and Dave screamed, knowing that it was still a deadly gas chamber.

Adam simply replied with an annoyed expression and went for the stairs, the dog just behind him.

“Oh hey by the way.” I asked. “What took you so long? You said the elevator was slow but somehow we made it here before you.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” he replied. “It’s just that I heard some weird noises echoing through the stairs and me and another guy tried to understand what it was.”

Dave tried to not to burst into laughter, while I simply smiled like an idiot. Adam and his dog then went up the stairs and left us in silence, not until my gassy bro decided to break it the way he usually does.

A loud fart erupted and echoed through the building, only lasting around 4 seconds this time.

“There it is again!” we heard Adam say, a couple floors above us.

Me and Dave shared an amused look and went outside trying to not laugh like immature idiots. I felt the cold weather all over me, which was relieving considering the gas trap I’ve been trapped into only minutes earlier.

Despite a slow, yet really entertaining elevator ride, and my awkwardness, no time went wasted today.

“I’m proud of you, bro.” Dave said, this time serious, but still smiling.

“Wow.” I replied. “Straight and cringe. You got it all, Dave.” and winked at him.

“Don’t get too cocky now, rock nerd.”

I was rock-hard, to be more precise that’s for sure, but that was a detail I’d take care of later, perhaps thinking back of that absurd elevator ride. Whenever I’m with Dave, I’ll make sure we’re never taking the stairs again.

End of Episode 10

[mrskurono]

I shamefully admit I had never ever thought about Bokuto, he just didn't get to me... but those two Bokuto thirsts? they opened my mind to so many p o s s i b i l i t i e s with that cute lil owl✨

May I ask more about that "Bokuto is the most underrated switch"? it's for science 🧐

much love to ya

- 🐝

See for me it was immediately "Oh my god that's my twin I love him and would marry him for tax fraid purposes." But the more and more I look at Bokuto (while also fully admitting owls are my favorite animals) I'm like, yeah, ok. We get married for tax fraud but like, we don't have to get unmarried afterwards. He wants to fuck around like a married couple I ain't gonna say no ¯\_( ツ)_/¯

But switch!Bokuto. Oh switch!Bokuto. Where to begin-

First off, this mans entire desire is pleasure. Your pleasure. His pleasure. Doesn't matter feeling good means multiple orgasms and he has the strength and the energy to go until you tell him to knock it off.

And the enthusiasm? Bokuto doesn't care what it is if you bring it up he'll try it once. You suggest bondage? Immediate yes who's tying who up. You suggest some fun with toys? Bokuto is already excited by the prospect of seeing you cum on a cute crystal jelly dildo (and quite interested in what a pocket pussy and your mouth might do for him)

You wanna peg him? Bokuto makes the cutest bottom as you make him lay face down. Fucking him with the toy he picked out (a lovely light blue clear dildo that still has the realistic veins to it) that lovely little bubble but you know he has. Bouncing off your hips with each thrust into him. And Bokuto so shamelessly pushes back and tries to ride your strap on. Begging and pleading for you to help relieve his poor cock the entire time. But Bokuto is just such a good boi if you tell him no, he'll whimper and moan until he realizes he's cumming just from you fucking him and he loves it ♡

But once he's came that leaves you high and dry right? Wrong. The second you give the go head that it's your turn to cum, then Bokuto is all over you. Between your legs, lips against your clit and fingers stuffing your cunt until either you've came once or are pleading with him for his cock. Bokuto sucks at teasing so you better bet he gets right to business stuffing his wonderful dick in that sopping wet core of yours (he's blessed with girth and length I'm sorry I don't make the rules) and he has and will fuck you until your legs are numb and you can't cum anymore. He just can't help it. He gets inside you and he's like a horny puppy who won't quit until you're tapping out tell him enough is enough. But that just means Bokuto has to hurry up and finish. Snapping his hips into yours frantically chasing his orgasm. Until you tighten around him one too many times and he bottoms out in you as the first twitch of his cock is followed by a flood of cum in you. At this point, you can simply just lay back and enjoy it as Bokuto moans and whimpers into your neck, grinding into you and emptying every last drop of himself into you ♡

Anyways, Bokuto is very trainable husband material and legally a switch that can do anything (:

[candyopala]

Stuck in his ways, Chapter 5

Chapter Summary:  Y/N’s training begins, but not before she discovers one of Obito’s secrets.

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5:30 in the morning. It is the sixth time Y/N has woken up. This whole concussion thing has messed up her whole sleeping schedule, she tried her best to get some rest, but to no avail. She ended up sleeping for about fourteen or fifteen hours between small intervals, but she feels worse than before. 

Y/N drags herself out of bed, makes some coffee, and brushes her teeth, the whole deal. Having a constant roof above her head is nice, she has to admit that. Not having to worry about wild animals and the climate is cool, but the warmth of a bed is the best part of it. Tying her brand new bandana on her forehead, she leaves the small apartment and heads to the training grounds on the outskirts of the village.  

She makes her way through the village’s main market, trying to avoid stumbling onto the hundreds of busy people bustling around her. Watching people attend to their duties and following their routines has always been a hobby of hers, she always found interest in seeing people who can afford to do the same thing every day, have some sort of routine. Can she consider herself one of them now? No, maybe not. Ninjas are always doing different missions and whatnot; their routines are as fucked up as a merc’s. Maybe she can become a baker in another life, who knows? 

Around the corner, a hand blocking her way surprises her. At the end of it is a medium height man with his hair tucked into some sort of fabric, with bits of brown hair coming out of the sides. The man holds a toothpick between his lips, accompanied by a smug smile and an attitude that instantly annoys Y/N. 

“’Sup babygirl, how come I’ve never seen you around?”

“I’ve been busy for the last 26 years”

“Busy living in my dreams, I bet”

“Busy fucking you mom, actually”

The sleazy type is the worst in Y/N’s opinion. Nothing disgusts her more than someone who thinks they’re hot shit just because they’re attractive. She pushes him away and keeps on walking.  

“Ouch! Feisty, I like that. I’ll remember ya!” he states as he leaves the scene with a wink and a flick of his toothpick. 

This has to be a joke, what a douchebag.

Going back on her way and observing the people, she closes into a mass of messy short black hair. The man has his back turned to her, but by the jonin vest and height, she assumes it could be… no, wait… it could not be! This man is helping an old lady carry a shitload of groceries, he would never be nice enough to do that. 

Could it be him!?

From afar, she changes angle to try and catch a glimpse of his face. After much difficulty dodging busy locals, she is able to see clearly and… it’s Obito! Obito Uchiha helping a poor old lady carry her stuff, I wish I had a camera on me. She thinks of approaching him, but she decides against it in favor of watching from a distance to see where this goes. 

Turns out the frail woman lives on the other side of town. Obito sure enough has carried all that stuff through the worst climbs Y/N has ever seen on a city. But that was not all: he was being extra nice. He laughed at all her jokes and even smiled back at her. This is grade A entertainment. 

When they finally reach her destination, the old lady pulls out a lollypop and gives it to him. Y/N immediately loses her shit, almost falling from the ceiling she is in because of her fit of laughter. Before she can compose herself, she notices a presence behind her. She was discovered, but who cares? She has seen enough. Obito towers above her, trying to look intimidating, but failing to do so since he has a lollipop on his mouth. 

“First you invade my house, now you’re following me. Are you sure I’m the one who should be called a creep?”

“Well, you’re right. Maybe I’ll start calling you… Granny Simp Uchiha©, how about that?”  

“I hate you”

“Ow, I’m so hurt, oh my god, how could you? But seriously, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I saw that… I needed to see more to believe it” She states as she breaks into another fit of laughter

“Let’s go, we’re late for training”

“Have you ever been on time a day of your life, though?”

“Never, I’ll probably be late for my own funeral”

“Fair enough. Wait, did you just make a joke that’s not on my expense?”

“Oh no, your dumbassery is influencing me!” He raises his gloved hands ironically

“Shut up”

 ~”~

 They both reach the training grounds at around 7:30, late but not a whole lot, thanks to Obito’s kamui. Obito will have to make some slight modifications on the mission report to avoid Minato’s wrath. After a quick warmup, Obito goes straight to the point: 

“How much do you even know about jutsu?”

“Well… I can do that chakra punch, maybe walk on water and trees or release genjutsu, but that’s all.”

“Not even a clone or some substitution jutsu?”

“Nope”

“So you’re basically an academy student with enough brute force to take down S rank criminals… That’s… odd”

Y/N scratches the back of her head, clearly embarrassed by her lack of training. Obito did not expect to have to teach such basic things. I mean, if he wanted to teach people stuff he would have signed up for a job at the academy. He still cannot believe Minato sensei is putting him up to this babysitting job. 

He needs to do well on this mission if he wants to get back onto the Hokage’s good side and guarantee his position as the next one. This is his second day with Y/N and things have been insane and… fun? No, he should not be thinking like that. Perhaps he should also go talk with Kushina and ask her to convince sensei to let him go from this one; he was always her favorite after all.

“Granny simp? You ok? Did I disappoint you that much?”

Obito fixes his bandana’s position over his left eye, trying to get himself out of his head. He is here now, so he had better get to work. If he can control himself enough not to put her under a nasty genjutsu for calling him that again, that is. 

“Call me that again and I’ll tell everyone that you saw me naked”

“You were not naked, dickhead. And what’s wrong with that?”

“Uhm…?”

“…?”

“Anyway… we’ll start with some cloning jutsu. Have you ever done any seals?”

“Only one or two”

“Try to copy what I’m doing”

“Hey! Stop doing it so fast!”

She honestly seems to be giving her best, but her hand signs are not quite right and the chakra distribution on her network must be all wrong, judging by her failure in producing something that seems to be remotely human. This takes Obito’s memory back to his old academy days, back when he could not do a single clone properly. He would spend whole nights awake training to achieve something passable. Rin helped him a lot back then. The only thing he has ever taught someone was that sexy jutsu to Naruto. To say Kushina was mad was an understatement. 

“Concentrate your chakra all along your body, not only on your hands”

“Hum… right, can I get a lollipop after this?”

Four hours later and Y/N has finally mastered two basic jutsu: substitution and cloning. She almost passed out several times due to exhaustion, but thanks to some food pills, she is enduring todays training much better. 

Obito has been analyzing her every movement with his sharingan. Looking closely her techniques lack grace, truly a sign of someone who learned everything they know by experience. He needs to fix that too. 

Her endurance is also remarkably low. If she were to fight right now, she could do maybe two or three jutsu before passing out, making her rely solely onto her speed and blade habilities. The girl is more of a samurai than a ninja at this point. Examining her file earlier, he noticed that her chakra reserves are not that low as she has stated before, according to the medical department she has an average quantity of it. She just lacks the ability to use it properly.  

Some very hard work is in order; it could take some months to get her into decent shape. That would be too much time and effort for Obito, there has to be another way of dealing with this mission quicker. 

He did not want to do this, but he will have to talk to Kakashi for some teaching tips. Hell, if he was able to teach anything useful to Naruto he will be able to come up with a routine to help Y/N’s training. 

I just hope he doesn’t decide to bother me about this situation…

After dropping Y/N on her house, with much protest from her part, Obito heads to the village’s café to meet with Kakashi Hatake. He knows that the ninja likes to spend his late afternoons reading his porn books accompanied by some coffee, disgusting stuff if you ask Obito. The coffee, that is. He has no formed opinion on porn books.

Approaching the store, he spots his friend’s mass of upward pointing grey hair. Something is different about him, though. Kakashi is usually… a very apathetic person. The look he gave Obito had chills running the Uchiha’s spine, he looked, well, excited. 

“Obito! I finally found you! Sit down”

Aliens killed him and this is a body double. Or this is one of Gai’s practical jokes. Obito is honestly stumped.

“Are you ok bakashi?”

“Great! So… who’s the girl?”

Great, just awesome.      

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Of course you know, everyone is talking about how you were seen walking up and down with some mysterious gal. I’m so happy for you! Finally you’re going to stop being a sad grumpy bachelor! I’ll call dibs on the position of best-man” and suddenly Kakashi jumps up from his seat, coming closer to Obito’s face “Have you guys done it yet? Did she run away from you and now you need my advice? You could use some techniques from Icha I-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Those books are rotting your brain, seriously what the hell?”

“So is it true?”

[uwua3]

if it's ok 😳👉👈 i really love your writing and i've had this idea in my head for awhile but i can't get myself to write it on my own 🤔 i wanted to see how your spin would be on it- so can i request a prompt where reader gets jealous of tenma's co-actress in a romance and tries to mimic what she does to him in a show they're in?? ty!!! 💕💕💕 i look forward to your interpretation

thank you so much for requesting~ ♡ i love you sososo much; i hope this lives up to everything you’ve dreamed of! ♡ ～('▽^人) i LOVE YOU!!! <333

summary: when tenma lands a role in your favorite drama, he had one goal: to become your favorite actor

warnings: envy/jealousy, food mentions, rivalry (all covered briefly!)

author’s note: after learning everything there is to know about the k-drama, true beauty, on tik tok, i’ve decided to write this! for context, the only thing i recommend watching before reading this is watching the “roar” scene!

this is also the first time i’ve introduced made-up characters with names! please enjoy jun, the first character who isn’t canon to the a3!verse :D

word count: 3,768

music: like a movie – b1a4

pretty u!

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

what the heck was love, and why did he have to be in it?

sumeragi tenma, future “world’s best actor”, was suddenly... seeing why he hadn’t won that award yet. with a script in his hand and confusion in another, tenma read the title of the next drama he landed the role for

“PRETTY U...” it was japan’s next major love story, advertised on every social media platform possible with the all-star cast in the spotlight already. although it had already been out for a season, tenma was entering as the up-and-coming newest character of the series

tenma was boyish, young, and much too confident for his age—perfect for the role of a second-lead bad boy who was going to steal the heart and test the protagonist’s commitment

except... he didn’t actually want to take up a new project so soon. he only did because—

“what?! you’re going to be chan on PRETTY U?!” he proudly nodded and watched as you began ranting about how much you loved this show. there was only one reason he came to the audition: tenma wanted to star in your favorite television series

you always went on and on about how great everything about PRETTY U was. after hearing so much and pretending not to listen (even if he could practically explain the entire plotline now without watching it), tenma let himself become a fan, too

after all, how could he not be a fan when you loved PRETTY U so much?

tenma didn’t respond to his manager’s pleas until one day, you revealed another reason why PRETTY U was your favorite production: the main lead

“he’s so handsome~ i love him so much!” “do you know him? could you get me his number?” “look at him... he’s the most perfect actor in the business right now—ah, sorry ten!”

tenma scoffed every time, claiming he could most certainly do better than that hotshot. although the boys typically didn’t do the same type of television, he had become tenma’s #1 rival without even knowing it

besides... what did that guy have that tenma didn’t? he was just nice! sure, he held open the door for the lead, bent down to tie her shoes, bended over backwards just to be the perfect boy-next-door. yeah... even he couldn’t pretend anymore

tenma pouted at the thought, skimming over his next pilot episode for rehearsal tomorrow. he was too good to be real, after all, he was meant to end up with the lead girl anyways (spoiler alert!)

but, it didn’t matter how perfect that actor was! because tenma had gotten the role of “chan”, the leather-jacket wearing mystery with an actual heart of gold, and he was going to make the entire audience swoon

(though, tenma just wanted to make your heart skip a beat when he ended up on the big screen)

tenma would never admit how fast he checked his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. sure, it was unprofessional during rehearsal but he knew it was you. however, his smile dropped the moment he read what you sent

you: remember to tell him how much i love him!

tenma: hah... no good luck for your new bad boy?

you: you know i’ll always root for you, ten!

tenma: but, i’m better than that actor, right?

tenma watched his message get delivered and was about to keep bothering you until someone called his name like they were friends. speak of the devil...

that actor’s straight, white toothy smile made tenma stand a little straighter (damn it, tenma was shorter), eyes wide as the actor gracefully introduced himself as his co-star for the next month or so (how did his voice sound even better in person?!)

“good morning, tenma! my name is jun, i’m so honored to meet a fellow actor on set! let’s work together well!” were they... really the same age? tenma barely registered the fact he was suddenly shaking jun’s (right, that’s his name) hand. why did he have such a manly grip?

tenma quickly (to his dismay) found out that him & jun had entered the industry around the same time but often had different projects, so they were never featured in the same production before. apparently, that was creating quite a buzz in the media that two childhood stars were competing against one another

a competition that tenma couldn’t lose. he was going to be your favorite actor, not his rival!

jun, like the perfect gentleman everyone described him to be, showed tenma around the PRETTY U set. jun had nothing but good things to say about the crew and vise versa. that only reinforced how tenma was oddly much more quiet than he usually was. luckily, one of the talents of being an actor was improvising, so jun was doing just fine

when they had reached the dressing rooms, jun shot a bright smile at tenma and gestured to the rather large room

“we’ll be sharing a dressing room together, tenma! we’ll be spending a lot of time together!”

tenma suddenly regretted his decision to become chan of PRETTY U. you couldn’t have had a different favorite show?! anything but... this

there were now three main characters for PRETTY U: hoshi, yuri, and chan, creating a love triangle for millions of viewers to watch every week

nakamura jun, leading role, played “hoshi”, the boy-next-door. this is the popular boy at school with the best grades and an even greater reputation amongst everyone. next, uedo ren, one of japan’s rising female actresses of this generation. she is adored as “yuri”, the perfect girl. she is the typical nerd who suddenly transformed into the prettiest girl at school from learning make-up

last (but definitely not least!) is sumeragi tenma, playing “chan”, the bad boy. it was nothing like tenma’s done before, since the character was much less expressive than he was used to. chan is a traditional rebel who is revealed to have a soft side for yuri. but, chan (ironically enough) has a secret history with hoshi, causing tension in this already confusing love triangle

(embarrassingly enough, jun had to explain to tenma the complications and ties between each character. tenma, unfortunately, found it to be extremely helpful)

even with this newfound knowledge of the characters in season 2, tenma couldn’t help but absolutely ruin the first day of rehearsals. even with a decade or so of acting as his experience, one thing kept him from being chan: his lack of chemistry with “yuri”

“cut!” the director called out again for the nth time, sighing as their eyes landed on tenma, who was not enjoying being the center of attention this time, surprisingly

“take 5, kid. once you come back, i expect you to actually go through this scene without messing up your lines.” tenma nodded and exited quickly, feeling flustered from the looks of sympathy directed his way. usually, it was one-and-done. it didn’t take a hundred tries just to do another romantic and cliché scene

tenma exhaled loudly once he felt the fresh air upon his face. without the fear of cameras in his face anymore, tenma ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated kick at the concrete. come on! he was renown child actor sumeragi tenma, why was he so in his head now?

tenma was about to yell into the sky before he heard someone close the door, standing beside him with their usual silence. tenma didn’t even have to look to know it was jun (probably with the most pitiful look ever)

“tenma? are you okay?” jun waited as tenma tried to not say anything he’d regret, shifting his weight on his foot back and forth before relenting, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped

“i don’t know... i just, i can’t see yuri that way. how am i supposed to flirt with someone i don’t even like?”

jun pondered the thought for a moment, before tilting his head, a boyish smile overtaking his features. tenma unwillingly relaxed; jun finally looked his age

“who do you like then?”

tenma froze, a blush even foundation couldn’t hide blossoming on his cheeks. jun let out a teasing “oooh!” as he nudged tenma with his shoulder, who pushed back with an eye-roll

“i-it’s not like that! don’t be so—ugh!” tenma cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding jun’s knowing eyes. damn it, they barely knew each other. why was he getting so comfortable with his enemy?!

“well, whoever you thought of, imagine yuri as them.”

“is that what you do?”

jun shrugged, not giving a clear answer for once. before tenma could ask for more information, their break was over

when tenma returned to the scene, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. when he opened them again, he watched as yuri transformed into the one person he’s been trying to impress this entire time: you

when “you” smiled, tenma couldn’t help but follow along. his first-take after break made the cut for the final product

“you must really like them, tenma~” — “stop!!!”

filiming afterwards became easy, especially when he imagined all his romantic words were directed towards you. he could feel the clamminess of his hands, the rapid beat of his heart, the intense blush across his face, all at the thought of you

(the only time he had to start over was when he accidentally said your name instead of yuri’s)

tenma was sure he’d become your favorite actor now! after all, you were his favorite person

“will you watch the first episode of PRETTY U’s season 2 with me?”

you had never said yes so fast in your entire life. when tenma learned there’d be a cast-viewing of episode 1 after finishing the season, he knew his +1 invite could only go to the biggest fan of the show

throughout filming, you were always the person who got him in trouble when the text tone wasn’t put on silent. you liked spamming tenma with a bunch of supportive and encouraging messages when you were available, meaning tenma always had something to look forward to after each scene

in return, tenma would send a selfie of him with his castmates or the set (or, what he was allowed to show under his contract). yet, despite your constant pleas, there was one co-star he’d never take a photograph with: jun

(“tenma! we’ve worked together for months~ shouldn’t i be called your friend now?” “no—” “huh?! don’t pretend you don’t like me!” “who said i was pretending?” “tenma!”)

at first, tenma was apprehensive about inviting you to an event where jun’s picture-perfect face would be on display everywhere. but, whenever he saw you, the weight of the tickets suddenly felt much heavier in his pocket. he couldn’t deprieve you of such an exclusive event just because of his jealousy (even if he was this close to doing so)

when tenma impulsively asked three days before, it felt worth it when you threw your arms around him (he hugged you back and pretended this meant something to you)

“i love you, ten!”

tenma felt like he was on set again, with yuri’s arms tightly holding onto his heart

“i love you, too.”

even after saying it so many times, tenma meant it even if he didn’t say it to your face every time

you looked like the star of the show

tenma fixed his tie as his blazer suddenly felt too tight. you appeared in your most formal attire, looking like a million bucks as you two sat across each other in the limo

“ten, look at all of this!” you pointed out every little thing of preparing for a professional event. the little glasses of champagne neither of you two could drink sat to the side as the leather seats molded to fit your posture. as the night lights of tokyo blurred by, tenma couldn’t help but think you sparkled more than this diamond of a city

“i can’t wait to go see the first episode! thank you for inviting me.” you bowed your head, as if suddenly overcome with gratefulness. tenma lightly kicked your shoe with his, fondly rolling his eyes as he tried not to smile (mission failed)

“don’t worry about it, who else would i bring? you’re my favorite pe—friend. friend, yeah...” tenma trailed off, suddenly finding something very interesting outside of the window. you only nodded, seemingly more interested in the fact there was enough room to walk around

when tenma caught sight of the infamous red carpet laid out in front of the theatre, he cleared his throat and put on his best face for the cameras. after stepping out of the car with his bodyguards nearby, tenma turned and gave you a genuine smile. not his typical arrogant smirk the news source ate up, but a type of smile only reserved for you

when he held out his hand, the flashing lights behind him seemed like a real celebrity, something you had never considered him to be before. it was like seeing tenma in a new light (both literally and figuratively)

“shall we?” you took his hand and wondered if you could ever have your own j-drama. perhaps, tenma could even be the main lead...

before you could step off to the side, tenma already had his arm wrapped around your waist with his unchanging expression (however, underneath it all, he was internally freaking out. what was he going to do now?!)

“you’re my date, right? walk the red carpet with me.” tenma winked (you swore it sparkled) as he gestured towards the carpet ahead. suddenly, the line seemed much longer

“t-ten... you’ve never brought a date before...” you mumbled, acutely aware of how soon it was to walk down together. tenma’s arm stiffened, but nothing else exposed the revelation as he looked down at you

“you’re my first, then.” and my last, tenma thought to himself. before you could change your mind, it was showtime. tenma put on his movie star face and introduced you to familiar interviewers, smiling away as if you two weren’t panicking on the inside

while you were focusing on the fact you were going to be going viral as tenma’s first “date” to the event, tenma was trying not to blush from how close you were. you felt... right besides him

tenma was a natural in front of an audience waiting for him to make a mistake. he flawlessly answered every question with swaggering confidence, his stride easy and poses photogenic

you did your best to follow his lead but it all ended when tenma took you into the theatre, staring down at you with a bright smile

“we did it! see, told you we’d be just fine.” tenma let out an exhale of relief, glowing with joy from the adrenaline of everything that came with being a superstar. as you looked up into his excited eyes, you saw him lean down before—

“your arm is still around me.”

silence, then a hurried separation as tenma put too many feet between you two. it was suddenly as if you two were strangers. you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth; you didn’t mind at all... why did you say something?!

“um... so, food?” tenma spoke up after an eternity of making excuses. you two quickly moved to the line of movie snacks, using candy and popcorn to substitue the suddenly awkward silence

when tenma ordered all your favorites without even asking, he turned around with the selection only to close his eyes and internalize every single thing he was feeling because there he was, his worst enemy

jun entered from a side door, most likely finishing up helping the crew with set-up (and 30 minutes early as usual) before catching tenma’s iconic bright orange hair, a grin lighting up his face

“tenma! it’s me, jun!” he said, as if they weren’t the two main leads of japan’s most famous drama so far. immediately, your smile matched jun’s as you watched as your favorite actor of all time make his way towards you two

“jun... of course you’d be here.” tenma said through gritted teeth, forcing a pleasant smile even with an armful of junk

“ah, still keeping the bad boy attitude? we’re off set now, you can stop method acting now.” jun joked, bringing his attention to you with a dazzling smile that would absolutely make any fansite’s career

“oh? who is this, a friend of yours?” tenma tried not to sigh so loud when you couldn’t help yourself and burst into a long rant about how amazing jun was. tenma waited until you reached your midpoint and stopped you with a quick nudge, trying not to scream (could jun stop being so... perfect? could you stop being so cute?!)

when tenma introduced you, he stood a little closer as he tried to maintain his jealousy. “they’re my date, by the way.” no one had asked, but tenma was clearly telling anyone who was around you two had gone together

jun’s eyes lit up in recognition as he let out a noise of surprise. “ah~ so this is who you—”

tenma didn’t regret losing his giant popcorn so fast to a co-star who could only be silenced with food. his wallet could afford another one, anyways. his pride on the other hand? could not let you know his acting secret already

“what was jun going to say?” you asked after you two departed for the viewing room. tenma nonchalantly pretended like everything was okay as he guided you to front row

“probably something about the fact you’re the one who always interrupts our scenes.”

“hey! my texts make your day, don’t lie!”

“go sit down and eat already, jeez.”

when it began, your eyes couldn’t leave the screen. it was better than you could have imagined. everything was perfect, it exceeded the standards of even the toughest fans out there. you loved every second of it... except...

tenma was too good at being chan. even with his bright hair, the dark clothes he wore made him appear intimidating, with his sharp eyes and even sharper smirk. chan’s appearance was tough, rough, and mean, everything tenma wasn’t

yet, you still couldn’t help but feel your heart sink when chan was clearly in love with yuri. yuri was one of your favorite characters by far, but she ended up bothering you for the entireity of the episode

especially every time she shared a scene (which were many times) with chan. chan was revealed to be a bad boy with a heart of gold, all with a special soft side for yuri

what was this feeling? were you... no, you couldn’t be! after all, you had never seen tenma that way before, right? yet, every time chan made an exception for yuri, you felt sick to your stomach

was it possible that tenma liked the actress who played yuri? you snuck a glance at tenma, only to see he was looking at you already (he’d never admit it, but he was watching your reactions to see if he made you proud. yet, every time you saw him, you subconsciously frowned)

were you not proud of him? did you not like his performance as chan?

before tenma could ask you, the scene changed into one of chan’s. he was standing outside in the school uniform, his head ducked as he swiped through yuri’s social media. before he could look up, yuri jumped in front of him with a teasing smile

“roar!” she called out, referring to their inside joke earlier in the episode. yuri cutely bounced back with another roar, holding her hands up like paws. chan watched, his typical rock-hard expression breaking to reveal his developing feelings for yuri

later on, chan stopped yuri in the hallway, other students watching as the school’s bad boy and goddess interact

“do that again.” chan demanded to which yuri innocently tilted her head, confused like a little puppy. “do what?” “that... that thing.” when chan roared, tenma sunk into his seat with an embarrassed defense and explanation ready. but, when he looked, you finally cracked a laugh at his little roar

your smile only fell when yuri roared again as a joke, but chan smiled for once. tenma wondered why... he thought you would be so happy to be here with him. maybe, he’d never be better than jun...

when the episode ended, it took a moment before you stood up and clapped. tenma followed along, but all he could think about was how he let you down. not only as chan, but as your boy, too

when you two left the room, you two hung back to watch as everyone congratulated one another on the success of the production. in the midst of the cheer and celebration, tenma felt small as he watched your blank expression

what did he do wrong? he put his best efforts into every scene; he might even say it was his best work yet. before he could apologize, you did the unthinkable: you roared

you jumped up into his face, holding your hands up like yuri did. when yuri did it, tenma didn’t feel a thing. but, when you did, tenma felt it. the butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he stared at you, frozen in place

“this is the part where you ask me to do it again.” you shyly trailed off, about to put your hands down before tenma weakly put his hands up, knowing he was about to regret his next move (if the embarrassment didn’t kill him, he didn’t know what would)

“roar!”

that was too loud, wasn’t it? the room suddenly went a lot more quiet as they turned their attention towards a teen actor roaring at his date

“yah! why didn’t you ask me the next line?”

“b-because... i know i like you even without you doing, that, again.”

you paused, taken back by his honesty. as tenma contemplated just falling onto the floor right then and there, you suddenly hardened your expression, standing up straighter with your arms crossed

“do that again.”

“do what?”

“that thing.”

when tenma roared again, much quieter this time, you nodded as you finally smiled genuinely for the first time ever since that episode started

“good, i know how chan feels now. i like you, too.”

“does that mean i’m your favorite actor now?”

(when jun released a video of tenma roaring online, he captioned it with “ROAR = ILY!!!” tenma realized maybe he wasn’t all that bad, but still)

[woah-were-halfway-there]

For a concept, Auston trying to teach Mia how to skate for the first time?!

A/N: ok, so I was actually going to include this scene in an upcoming part of Just What I Needed, wrote some of it, didn’t love it and then scratched the idea entirely lol. But, you made me want to bring it back from the graveyard that is my google docs and so I finished it and don’t hate it hahaha. Hope it does what you were thinking justice!

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"You must be joking."

"I assure you that I'm not," Auston replied with a massive grin as he took what looked like a standard shoebox, but you knew better than assuming they'd be something as simple as a pair of shoes with the large CCM logo printed across it. "These are for Mia."

"Auston, she's two," you told him, not being able to keep yourself from smiling at how excited your husband seemed.

"I know, but she's a freaking walking machine, babe. I wouldn't be surprised if she picked up on skating pretty quick too."

At that, you had to laugh because he had a point.

It was the middle of March, and your now two-year-old daughter was all over the place. She loved moving and just being active in any possible way she could. With you being 25 weeks pregnant, it was sometimes tough to keep up with her. But luckily, Auston could, and you weren't even surprised that he'd try teaching her how to skate as soon as he felt she was ready.

"Could you bring her to practice tomorrow, please?" Auston asked, breaking your train of thought. "I haven't told the guys yet, but once we're done, I figured I could try skating around with her a bit and see how she likes it."

"Of course," you told him and pushed away from the doorframe you were leaning against. You then walked further into the kitchen, going right up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle before leaning against him and placing a soft kiss on his shoulder as you watched him unbox the skates. "How do you know these will fit her?"

"When I took her downtown last week, we went and got her sized for them," he explained, still grinning as he looked over his shoulder at you and leaned down so he could peck your lips. "Then, I ordered a custom pair. I also got her a helmet."

"So extra. But at least you're making sure she's protected," you teased and rested your head against his shoulder as you waited to see what the skated looked like.

Needless to say, you were impressed.

They were a classic pair of black skates, but also the tiniest and cutest pair you had ever seen. The ordinarily white patches that were on the skates were red on these and were paired with a set of light blue laces, coinciding with the two colours Mia had been claiming to be her favourites as of late. But that wasn't what really caught your eye. What stood out the most to you was how the tongue's inner part on each skate had a little AM stitched into them.

"AM?" You asked and glanced up at your husband, expectantly.

"Amelia Matthews," Auston said proudly before closing the box and turning around in your hold so that he could wrap his arms around you. "What do you think?"

"I think they're adorable," you told him honestly. "She's going to love them."

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow," he responded and leaned down to catch your lips in a much longer but very sweet kiss. However, the moment was short-lived when a rustling noise sounded through the monitor that was sitting nearby on the counter, followed by Mia's groggy voice calling for you. "Looks like our girl is up from her nap."

"Looks like it," you agreed and stood on your tiptoes to place one more peck on his lips. "She doesn't know you're home yet. Wanna go surprise her?"

"Always."

~*~

The next day around the time you knew practice would be ending, you and Mia headed to the Ford Performance Centre to pick up Auston. Mia was very excited to see her dad, Mitchy and the other guys, but you were looking forward to seeing how this whole skating lesson Auston had planned would play out.

Once the two of you went inside, it was obvious the guys were just finishing up and would soon be getting ready to leave. They were all huddled up, going over some final things, when a distinctive noise sounded over the guys' muffled chatter on the ice.

"Daddy!" Mia exclaimed excitedly as soon as she spotted Auston, loud enough for everyone to hear. And it wasn't long before Auston's previous sombre-looking demeanour melted away at the sight of his daughter.

Everyone laughed before accepting that it was now the end of practice, and there was nothing else to go over for now.

Auston then skated over to the boards as you set down the bag with Mia's skates in them and other belongings on the bench before turning back around to face your husband.

"Hi, Mini," Auston greeted as he took Mia from you and kissed her on the cheek, making her smile widely before wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him.

"Hi, daddy."

Auston then looked back at you and leaned over the boards to peck your lips. "And hello to you too."

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness but couldn't keep yourself from blushing a little bit. It was ridiculously easy for Auston to get those butterflies that resided in your stomach to flutter like crazy, and he knew it.

Just as you were about to say something back, another voice ruined the moment as they approached.

"Miaaaaaa!" Mitchy exclaimed as he skated up to them, holding his arms out so that Auston could pass his goddaughter to him, not stopping at all, just taking her and skating around a bit as she giggled and clung on to him.

You and Auston watched the two go, grinning widely before he turned back to face you and winked.

"You're looking mighty fine today, Mrs. Matthews," he flirted and leaned against the boards again, smirking at you. "That's a nice hoodie. Where'd you get it?"

"Your side of the closet," you replied and winked suggestively. "Looks better on me, anyways."

"You're not wrong."

A moment later, Mitch returned with your daughter but didn't give her back as more guys came over to say hi to her.

"Whaley, mommy," Mia said as she leaned against Mitch's shoulder and pointed towards her stuffed whale that was resting on the bench beside everything else. "Please."

"Are those skates?" Mo asked as he nodded towards the bag as you moved it to grab the whale and handed it to Mia.

"They are," you confirmed, making all the guys standing nearby light right up.

"No way," Mitchy said as he held onto Mia's whale so she wouldn't drop it. "Are you going to try skating Meems?"

"Uh, huh," she replied before waving to Freddie as he skated over too.

"Well, this should be good," the goalie said as he came to a stop and reached over to ruffle Mia's curls.

"We'll see how it goes," Auston chuckled and took Mia back from Mitch. "C'mon, baby girl, let's get you laced up."

You watched with a smile as he came off the ice and set Mia down on the bench so that he could put her skates and helmet on for her. The guys just about melted over how freaking cute she looked wearing skates for the first time, Mitchy even going to the extent of grabbing your phone from your hand so that he could snap a couple of pictures as Auston finished tying up the first skate.

"You better send those to me," he told you firmly as he handed the device back.

"Yes, Mitch, I will," you responded with a pointed gaze. He then glanced towards the other guys, who were now closer to Auston and Mia, before leaning near you and lowering his voice a bit.

"How're you doing?" He asked and gave you a sympathetic look.

"I'm ok," you told him honestly. "I've been feeling better lately. Just trying to take it easy, so this little one doesn't give me any more troubles."

You then smiled at your cousin and rubbed a hand over your growing belly, making him smile too.

"Good, please keep me posted about everything. I worry about you, and if you ever need Steph or me for anything, we're only a text away."

"I know, Mitchy. Thank you."

Before he could say anything else, Auston was picking Mia up from the bench and taking her onto the ice, which soon captured all of his attention again.

"Steph's going to be so mad you didn't tell her this was happening," he stated before skating off towards your husband and daughter.

A slight feeling of panic washed over you because you knew Steph would most definitely not be impressed by you not telling her that Auston was trying to teach Mia how to skate for the first time but then figured sending her some videos would make up for it.

However, even that plan was soon scrapped when another set of footsteps approached and soon enough, Steph herself was brushing past you.

"Can't believe you were going to let me miss my goddaughter skating for the first time," she grumbled as she set down her bag and grabbed her phone before walking towards you and giving you a sideways hug. "But hi, I missed you. Feeling better?"

"Much," you told her with a chuckle and returned the hug before nodding towards the ice. "Missed you too. Are you ready for this all to go down?"

"Yes!"

The two of you then leaned against the boards, side by side and started recording as Auston set Mia down on the ice.

"Daddy," she gasped nervously as she slipped a little bit once her blades touched the slick surface, but Auston was still holding on to her.

"It's ok, Mini," he told her. "I got you; just keep your feet down. I won't let you fall."

He then started pushing off the ice slowly and continued holding her up as the two glided across the ice together. She wobbled a bit, but the longer they did it for, the steadier she became. And she was having the best time going around like that with all her guys out there with her.

Eventually, Auston let go of her once he was positive she could stand in the skates on her own without falling. He stayed level with her, though, ready to catch her if need be as they moved onto the next part of the so-called lesson.

"Ok, baby," Auston started as Mitchy sat on the ice in front of her, no more than two feet away with his arms extended towards her. "Try to get to Mitchy."

"Ok!" She replied excitedly and went to take a step towards him, but slipped and increased your heart rate. "Woah!"

But Auston caught her, causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief as Steph snickered from beside you.

"Told you I got you," Auston told Mia as he helped her stand upright again, then got down on the ice too just so it'd be easier to catch her again, which everyone knew was inevitable. "Always."

For the next ten minutes or so, she tried to make it across the small space that separated her from her Mitchy. She wasn't too successful, which was to be expected, but she gradually became more confident and was genuinely having fun.

Mitch moved a little bit closer as they were getting ready to wrap it up for the day, and on Mia's very last try, she managed to shuffle across the ice into Mitchy's arms.

The other guys, who were now joined by Will and a few others, had skated away a little bit and were gathering pucks left from practice all stopped to watch her final attempt, then cheered and hollered as they watched her do it.

"Yeah, Mia!" They all yelled before quickly skating over to them again, not leading up on their cheering as they approached your very excited toddler.

"I did it!" She squealed happily and smiled at each of her guys as she held onto Mitch so she wouldn't fall.

"You did!" Mo said while taking her from Mitch and sat her on his shoulder as he began skating around. "We'll make a hockey out of you, now won't we?"

"Only if she wants to," Auston chuckled as he stood back up and skated towards them to take his daughter back. "Good job, Mia!"

The way she was absolutely beaming as Auston held her close again, and she immediately clung onto him as he skated back towards the bench had you feeling so happy, it was unexplainable.

You loved everything about your little family and those who have become the most important to your little girl. It was moments like those that reminded you just how loved she was. And that thought alone made everything seem right.

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Mismatch- Part 17

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

“Push me off the roof you coward!”

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“So do you want to be Batman or should I?” Marion brings out the two outfits identical in every way except size.

“It’s not actually dressing up,” Marinette scolds fixing her hair.

“Well then you single handedly ruined halloween,” Marion grins coming up behind her, “Everyone wears them for it,”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Marinette watches him warily in the mirror, prepared to defend if-when he makes a move to mess up her hair.

“So Batman or Robin?” Marion holds the outfits up, dangerous close to her head.

“I don’t care,” Marinette stands up, spinning around, using the chair as a shield.

“Coin flip then,” Marion drapes them over the chair, “Oooh foreshadowing!”

“Please tell me you're going to take this marginally seriously?” Marinette leans back on the dresser as he fishes for a coin.

“You’re starting to sound like our manager,” Marion flips the coin with extra flare, “Heads,”

“You should thank Kate for setting this up,” Marinette catches the coin before he can, “Tails,”

She takes the Robin outfit from the chair, ducking Marion as she passes.

“You know I don’t think Kate wants to see me,” Marion takes his outfit behind the opposite curtain, “She's pretty stressed something will go wrong,”

“In Gotham?” Marinette pokes her head out the curtain on the other side of the room.

“I know, crazy right,” Marion also peaks through the curtain, “Where would she get that idea?”

“Who knows?” Marinette cheekily grins before ducking back behind the curtain.

“If we get attacked again I think we might give aunt- I mean,” Marion pauses pulling on his grey turtleneck, “ugh, this is hard,”

“Mari, the outfits are designed for easy use,” Marinette teases, tone sounding half hearted even from this distance.

“What are you calling her in your head?” Marion pulls the turtle neck down all the way.

“Selina,” Marinette answers, as he shrugs on his hooded crop top over the turtleneck, split into two colours to make a vague bat-shape. “Although I just avoid saying it out loud,”

“Great minds think alike,” Marion pulls on his grey leggings, that Marinette had thankfully made into thermals.

“I’m the only great mind here,” Marinette teases, Marion lets out fake gasp as he pulls a pair of shorts over his leggings, “You just like to copy,”

“How dare you!” Marion pulls the curtains aside dramatically, Marinette doesn't even look up from where she's putting on bracelets, “Dishonour! Dishonour on you, Dishonour on your kwami! Dis-”

“Hey!” Tikki flies out of the backpack.

“Sorry Tikki,” Marion looks away from the fuming Kwami, trying to avoid her by pulling on his black and blue boots.

“It’s ok Tikki,” Marinette finishes putting green and gold bracelets up to her elbows, “He’s just trying to be funny,”

“And succeeding!” Marion corrects, smoothing a mask over his eyes.

“Ah-ha,” Marinette stands, black and yellow scarf flaring out at the back.

“You know I don’t think she agrees,” Marion stage whispers to Plagg from his bag.

“Ah-ha,” Plagg says in the same tone, as Marion is pulling on his black gloves.

“Traitors, all of you,”

“Hey look,” Marinette bumps his shoulder, nodding towards someone.

“It’s Jason,” Marion whispers back excitedly, moving to wave.

“MCD doesn't know him,” Marinette grabs his arm, “Let’s hope this isn’t as awkward as it was with Chloe,”

“I thought that was fun,”

“Of course you did,”

"Hi," Jason approaches nervously, completely different to how Marion's met him before, it's cute.

"Oh hello, stranger," Marion grins, ignoring the kick from Marinette, he'll be careful, it's fine he's got this, "Whats your name?"

"Jason," Oh my God he's blushing!

"Jasin," Marion repeats pretending to write on what he was handed.

"Um…." Jason looks like he's about to correct Marion, this will be perfect- "yep,"

Fuck fuck fuck i though he would correct me fuck, Marinette help!  Marinette rolls her eyes at his pleading look.

"Jason, CD," Pointing to the page without writing, "son,"

"Ohhhh Jason,” Marion says, as if he had come to some amazing realisation, Marinette looks like she wants to slap him, “haha, sorry, of course, I just didn’t hear you right, because I don’t know your name, why would I know your name? It's-"

Marinette rightfully cuts off his rambling with a swift kick, that both knew would never actually hurt him. At least Jason looks just as embarrassed as him, neither quite knowing how to start the conversation back up,"

"How about we take a picture?" Marinette says, their saving grace.

"Yeah, that would be great," Jason fumbles for his phone, Marion hopes his mask will cover his blush, as he remembers what Jason had said about him at dinner, the only reason he was blushing.

They take a nice picture together. Then one where Marion throws bunny ears behind MDC. She swats his hand away and he pushes her out of frame. The next picture is one of him and Jason with Marinette rising up, like a threatening blur in the background.

"Aw thats a nice picture" Marion looks over Jason shoulder, they were meant to be with the next person already but they were a design hopeful, babbling to MDC about her designs, "You should send it to me,"

"Of course," Jason seems flustered with his proximity, enough so that he didn't see Marion's trap.

"Great heres my number," Marion quickly writes it down on blank piece of paper, a picture seeming a bit too narcissistic at that point.

"...Waut,"

"Well you have to send it to me someway," Marion shrugs, conveniently ignori-forgetting that pictures were sent through his social media all the time.

"Right... right," Jason seems to be in a bit of a daze when Marion sends him off, standing next to Marinette as the fan leaves.

They watch Jason leave. Marinette starts giggling when he almost runs into a wall.

“Are you ok?" Marion asks, partly for the security guard who was waiting for their ok to send the next person up.

“You are such a dork,” She breaths through her upcoming laughter, “I think I need a minute,”

“Fine but if I get a hopeful fashion designer I’m telling them your new direction is crocs,” Marion huffs, not really insulted, but if he didn't act it she would only up the anti.

“Do it and your casket will be made out of crocs,” Marinette threatens ineffectively, walking to the backstage door.

“I kinda want to see that,”

“You’d be dead,” Marinette calls from the door.

“Minor issue,”

Marinette waves him off, which could have been an aborted swat. He watches as the crowd nearby begin whispering, some offering others to go first to stall for time. Marion plans to shove this in her face next time Marinette claims she isn’t popular. He’s about to take a camera out for evidence when one of the groups, fast tracked but the crowd, approaches.

Marion goes to do his more basic greetings when a gun is shoved in his face. The group made up of armed men surrounding him, one holding a camera.

“Smile for the camera,” The figure pulls his coat back, revealing the frankly disturbing face of the Joker.

“Oh it’s you,” Marion keeps a blank face, evidently confusing him, “Any chance two-face will show up?”

“.... No?” Marion fights to keep his composure as the crowd are threatened by the remaining thugs, pushing them to the ground.

“Pity, what a waste of good foreshadowing,” Marion shrugs casually, that camera is probably filming.

“What,” Marion supposes its a rare thing to see the Joker taken aback, but watching a group of armed men storm backstage distracts him from the sight.

“Nothing, I just made a brilliant joke earlier and you're sort of ruining it,” Marion makes exaggerated gestures, testing his limits, the guns follow him but don’t shoot. “Anyway are you here for an autograph or what?”

“I’m not-” He watches the Joker's face twist in gruesome realisation, “you’re trying to stall me,”

“Stall you from what?” Marion tries not to make his scan of the crowd obvious, “Please go in depth,”

“How about on the way up to the roof?” Chilling smile, but Marion is too used to fear to let it get to him.

“Oh goodie, I hear it has wonderful views,” Marion claps his hands, probably getting weird looks from the goons hiding behind masks, but who are they to judge?

He’s guided to the elevator. The Joker making the mistake of not tying his hands, or gagging him. He feels Kaalki and Plagg tense in his pocket.

“Huh, no elevator music,” Marion observes as the elevator starts to rise, “I just kind of expected it at this point,”

“You are strange,” Marion makes the mistake of glancing over, the Joker does not seem perturbed by that fact.

“You’re telling me that?” Marion tilts his head, “Actually that's quite the achievement,”

The Joker starts to go on about his plan, something about throwing MCD off the roof in front of the crowd for whatever reason, he’s not really listening. No, instead he’s made his own plan. There's no way Marinette was caught, not when she has no one to look after. She must be somewhere in the building, probably as Sparrow. It’s best if Sparrow and Songbird are seen near their other identities as little as possible, so he had to deal with the camera. If she saw the footage, which was probably being broadcast (a brilliant idea, really, no problems with that) she would intercept them. The best position would be on the elevator, but he had to buy time.

The cameras closest so he strikes, hitting it out of the goons hand, mid sentence. In the split second confusion he hits the number panel, lighting up all but a few.

“Huh, that was easy,” Marion says with genuine surprise.

“And here I thought you were being a good hostage,” Marion feels several guns press against him, but it’s only the pistol with the Joker at the end that worries him.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Marion smirks cockily, the threats turning more violent.

No, not threats, promises. Marion debates calling on Kaalki, while he’s still able too. It wouldn’t be great for a miraculous to be seen in a different country, but better than the one that can teleport than Ladybug. If Marinette couldn’t stop them in time she would surely turn to Ladybug and pick him up as he falls, right in front of the crowd and cameras. Not great.

There were other heroes in Gotham, they both knew. And if it was just him at stake he would put faith in them. But it’s not. He’s Chat Noir and there's not enough time to train a new Black Cat, not anymore.

The elevator finally reaches the top. Marion braces to help Marinette fight on the other side of the door. It opens. There’s no one. Great, great, great .

“Well, well, well why don’t we see what's behind that mask and carve up your pretty face, hm?” Joker leads him close enough to the edge of the building that anyone else should be scared.

“That sounds counter productive,” Might as well try plan b, he should have come up with one, but as is he’ll have to wing it, “Weren’t you going to throw me off the roof?”

“Eager aren't you?” Not really  “After, promise,”

That grin paired with the knife inching closer should scare him, but honestly the only thing that truly scares him anymore is someone going for his ring, or Ladybug’s.

“What's the point? I’d be dead soon anyway, sounds like a waste of time,” Marion debates adding a yawn to match the tone, but it seems like overkill.

“A few screams are never a waste of time,” Marion is backed up further to the edge of the roof, able to see the fretting crowd below.

“Sounds to me like you just don’t have any confidence,” Marion says with all the sass he can muster, which is a lot.

“Oh, do explain,” The knife inching closer to the edge of his mask encourages the opposite, but he was never much good with warnings.

“If you really believe your plan will work and I wouldn’t be saved by I-don’t-know, Batman?” Yep that strikes a cord, probably not the best cord to strike with a knife in your face, oh well his wounds will heal soon anyway, “Then you’d throw me over the roof, a few cuts doesn't matter much when your dead,”

He can see the gears turning, debating if there's merit to his bullshit or if it’s just that. Honestly Marion doesn't know either.

“Revealing my identity and stuff is just a way for you to feel like you’ve won when Batman beats you,” He carefully doesn't emphasise the ‘when’, making it sound casual, like a given fact, “Cutting my face is just admitting you think the heroes will win,”

Just a little bit more. He’s almost pulled off plan ‘b’ for bat-shit crazy. He has the horse miraculous in his grip, Kaalki won’t like it but it's hard to put glasses on in mid air.

“Besides, won’t the mask leave a bit more impact?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

“You really think the Bats going to save you huh?” The grin is unnerving, so Marion matches it with one of his own.

“I do,” He challenges, chin tilted up, “do you,”

He hears a cackle that would have surely appeared in his fear toxin dream if he heard it before. He’s pushed, vest twisted in the jokers grip, trying to stay balanced on the very edge.

“I like you kid,” And yeah, by that smile it’s not a good thing.

“Goodie,” Marion says sardonically, ignoring the shouting below, probably because his torso is all the way off the edge.

“Make sure to scream,” He feels the grip loosen, not having the natural response to grab onto something.

“I won’t,” he sends one last smirk as he’s dropped, weight sending him off balance and off the edge.

He’s in free fall and knows the screaming is not his own. He’s too busy debating the right time to transform. The street is getting closer and closer, no staff or grappling hook to save him.

“Klakki!-”

The air gets knocked out of him at the sudden change in directions. He can feel the arm and hears the glass shattering. For all the speed of a few seconds ago he is not expecting the quiet that follows. He’s leaning forward against someone's chest, both crouched down inside the building he just fell from. He recognises the shade of red first, Marinette had spent weeks with it pinned up all over their room and Marion has been wearing it ever since. He relaxes.

“Are you ok?” He gets pulled back from the chest, his complaints are cut off, a gloved hand tracing over his cheek, he feels the sting so it must be cut.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Probably not convincing, since his crush is the closest he’s ever been and Marion is almost the same shade of red.

“You’re fine?” The disbelief is clear and it takes Marion a second to realise why.

“I mean… Oh no! Trauma!” Marion tries to fall dramatically but the arm still on his back catches him.

“Good thing you’re a popstar not an actor,” Marion feels relief at the stiff atmosphere relaxing.

“Excuse you,” He snaps back up, poking Red Hood’s chest, smirking, “I’d make a wonderful actor,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Red Hood looks away, as far as Marion can tell with the helmet, “You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, are you?” Marion stresses, remembering that he broke through the glass.

“... what?” Red Hood's full attention comes back to him.

“Are you ok?” Marion tries not to get annoyed at the answer, humour then, “After all breaking through a window isn’t much fun,”

You idiot you can't use his line on him ! Not in different identities! What if he figures it out?!

“Yeah.. yeah," He looks away again, "I’m… great,”

Marion smiles, guess things did turn out great in the end.

“CD!” Marion jumps out his skin, both suddenly realising how they looked and stand, Marinette runs right up to him, “Are you ok!?”

“Yep I’m… great,” Marion exchanges a private glance with Red Hood as Marinette frets over him.

“Thank goodness,” She sighs, shoulders sagging, then coming back up to hit him over the head, “Then why are you such an idiot!”

“Natural talent?” Marion rubs the spot, she put some Ladybug strength in that one.

“At least you’re good at something,” She sighs, brushing her hand over the spot.

“Rude,” Marion pouts, even as his head feels better, and his cut is startling to close up.

“If every things ok then,” Red Hood says awkwardly, “I’ve got a clown to go beat up,”

I Forgot!! How do you forget that! Marion yells at himself When your crush saves you from falling to your death…. Less romantic than it seemed in the moment.

“Have fun….” Marion waves, increasing the awkwardness ten fold, “dear god, I am an idiot!”

He groans into Marinette's shoulder after Red Hood left.

“Yes, but blush later, we need to be ready to provide backup,” Marinette pulls him out of the room stepping over broken glass.

“Uh- yeah! Right! lets go,” Marion snaps out of it, running after her.

“You are such a mess,” She insults as they jog, or with their speed, sprint up the stairs.

“Of all people you don’t get to call me that,” Marion needn't remind her of how she spilt orange juice all over herself at breakfast.

“... You just fell off a building, I was talking about your clothes,” Marinette has on her, ‘you’re an idiot’ face, well practiced that one.

“Oh,”

“But yeah you are a walking disaster,” She speeds up.

“Hey!” Marion sprints after her.

They reach the roof, not as out of breath as they should be.

“I thought I told you to stay put?” Red Hood snaps, alone on the roof.

“You didn’t,” They chorus coincidentally.

“I thought you had common sense,”

“We don’t,” They chorus on purpose.

Red Hood just shakes his head, probably smiling under the helmet.

“So the Joker escaped?” Marinette is the first to wipe the grin off her face.

“He was gone when I got up here,” Red Hood shrugs, “Waiting on intel,”

Probably from oracle.

“I didn’t say thank you!” Marion realises, not used to being the one saved.

“You don’t have to,” He looks away again, “Just doing my job,”

“But I want to,” Marion walks into his line of sight “So thank you,”

“Yeah well… thanks too I guess,” He looks away again and it's starting to get annoying.

“For what,” Marion leans over enough that he should be in sight, but he can't see his eye to confirm.

“I like the outfit you designed off me,” Marion freezes, almost stumbling over, “The interview was… entertaining,”

With that killing blow, a grappling hook is sent out and Red Hook is whisked away.

“.... Hey, can I borrow your miraculous?” Marion says blankly when Marinette comes to stand by him, “I need to wish myself out of existence real quick,”

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All my troubles on the burning pile | Tomas Shelby

warning! I don’t know all that much about the show, I’ve seen a total of 1 season so if anything is wrong please just ignore it for the sake of the fic

this also takes place before the events of the show, like significantly before. Also Tommy is probably ooc but idk i like it 

Also if (Y/n) is annoying at some points just please keep in mind that during some parts she’s literally a six year old 

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Small Heath remembered the day the men got sent away for war vividly. Boys were swept away from their families arms far too young, Fathers were dragged away from their children, and lovers were ripped away from each other some old and some young. It's hard to forget a day like that. But that is only increased when a roaring fire illuminated for what seemed to be miles from the old field where it originated.  Some would tell you it seemed like hellfire, nothing but retaliation from a stupid teenager who felt too much and didn't have enough discipline. Others would tell you it was a heartbreaking scene, a pitiful display of how everyone felt to some capacity. But only (Y/n) would be able to tell you how it really was, an explosion of too much yet not enough. Like being in a limbo where nothing feels real but the consequences do. 

She remembered her friends telling her to go as it looked dreadful but she told them to simply get lost if they didn't like it, then telling her youngest brother to just go home and tell mum that she'll be back soon. Then as pitch black settled in the sky, she remembers Ada Shelby approaching her, the fire building in intensity and height, and simply pulling her close. Hugging her. And (Y/n) broke. All the rage bubbling up became still and transformed to immense despair, tying her insides into knots and clouding everything. She felt cold despite the building heat of the flames that danced in the air. 

Ada rubbed circles in the older girls skin, soothing her slightly. Ada already missed her brothers dearly and couldn't imagine how (Y/n) was feeling. With the idea of marriage going from a realistic event to something that couldn't even be guaranteed, (Y/n) was going to have a few rough years ahead of her if she carried on the way she was. 

"Always the firebug, eh?" The nickname easily slipped out the younger girl's mouth. (Y/n)'s mouth slightly uplifted at the familiar nickname. (Y/n) had known the Shelby family ever since she was young with her being the same age as Tommy and seemingly clinging to the boy like glue it was inevitable she would grow attached to the rest of the family like they did to her in return. However, that doesn't mean that they were exempt from the surprise that was her impromptu fire starting but after knowing (Y/n) for a while to became easy for them to guess when a fire was upon them. And because of this, the nickname of firebug seemed to be obvious. 

The Shelby family remembers the day that (Y/n) started her first fire in the abandoned field. She was no older 6. Having grabbed a hold of a lighter from god knows where and gathering as many sticks as she could and setting them aflame. However, it also turns out that children don't know a lot about how lighters or how fast a fire can spread. So, (Y/n) accidently sprung the lighter to life again and burned her hand, dropping the lighter and setting the dead grass alight a long with it. And while (Y/n) couldn't stop the screams that escaped her she also couldn't stop the excitement she felt from seeing the flames lick at the ground. And coincidently, Tommy had gone looking for the girl as she had been gone for around an hour which wouldn't have been strange for other people their age, but (Y/n) wasn't normal. She practically wouldn't leave him be until the sunset and they were called to their respective houses, so her sudden absence was a little worrying for the young boy. And he ran as fast he could once he heard the familiar shriek he had grown to know in the short time he had known her. 

There she was, the lighter on the burning floor as she backed away from the flames that seemed to follow her until she bumped into someone. She was startled and feared being in trouble so she quickly turned around and seemed relived to find Tommy, her new best friend. She quickly hugged the shorter boy, "My hero! It's too bad I'm taller then you." Tommy rolled his eyes, "What is that!?" He nodded at the fire.

Despite her previous comment, (Y/n) suddenly felt quite small. The fear of losing her new friend gripped at her, making her small limbs lock up. "It doesn't matter ok! It's alwayyys rainy so it will be gone soon anyway, so stop being stupid." (Y/n) suddenly became defensive, gripping her burned hand but stopping once she remembered how much it hurt. And suddenly, (Y/n) began to cry as she realized it may not rain and she will in fact get in trouble and damn did her hand hurt. Tommy became alarmed at her sudden tears, and noticed her hand. "You don't need to cry! Can't your mum just help your hand." "But Tommy! What if it doesn't rain." Tommy was now confused he didn't see what the rain had to do with the burn on her hand. 

But that didn't matter either, as with seeming perfect timing, it began to rain. Heavily. This relieved the girl, seeming to not care about her injury anymore. Tommy however, did still care and insisted on walking her to her house despite his house being on the other end of the street. This then lead to (Y/n) having a bandage on her hand and Tommy having a cold for a week. It was then that the Shelby's and (L/n)'s knew it wouldn't be the last time something like that happened. 

One incident that not everyone knew about was yet another fire that was caused by (Y/n) at around 15. She had once again decided she wanted fire but this time Tommy was by her side, holding a box of broken items. Some of them belonging to the pair some it being something neither of them seemed to fully recognize. "You can't keep at this you know, someone will catch you one day and doubt they will forgive you so easily." Tommy said, his voice even, he wasn't mad at her. He just knew of what may happen if she is caught by someone other then him or his brothers. (Y/n) nodded as the fire sprung to life, and gestured for Tommy to throw the box in. Wordlessly, Tommy threw it in.

However, due to the density of some of the times, not everything in the box was catching fire. So carefully, Tommy began to kick the box trying to make it catch. But he didn't seem to see that it worked and that the flames were growing. (Y/n) panicking, pulled Tommy back and watched as the fire grew right where he was previously. Tommy looked down at her in gratitude as she looked away, as although she would never say it aloud she had been harboring feelings for Tommy for some time now. And before she could say anything, Tommy said, "My hero! too bad I'm taller then you." A grin tugging at his lips as he saw (Y/n) begin to laugh in disbelief at the vaguely familiar statement. "Thomas Shelby! you tosser." She gently pushed him, laughing lightly.  

"Well there goes all my troubles on the burning pile." (Y/n) said smiling, as Tommy wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tugging her body towards his. "And if you catch fire?" Tommy asked, despite the statement being extremely hypocritical from him because of what had just had happened. "Then I'll change my aim and throw my woes at the world instead." (Y/n) said gazing into the flames in front of her. "I wouldn't expect anything less." Silence followed Tommy's statement. It was comforting, as the cool summers evening began to start its slow conclusion, the warmth of the fire fought any possible cold breeze and the two teenagers stayed close and unaware the other was trying to ignore their feelings. 

However, it seems that their feelings were too much to simply move aside as that very night the pair confessed, much to their friends and families' relief. 

(Y/n) was pulled out of her reminiscent daze when Ada asked, "What are you burning?" "My troubles." Ada seemed to understand the vague statement. "I assume soon you'll be burning letters that "aren't quite right" soon?" Ada asked a light teasing tone in her voice in a hope to lighten the mood. It seemed to work as (Y/n) replied, "And you expected anything less?" Ada lightly shook her head as she smiled at the woman she'd grown to see as a sister. "He'll be back one day (Y/n)" "Well I sure hope so the tosser still has to make me his wife." 

The two young women laughed, still worried for the future but feeling better then they did before. 

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Supernova | Spencer Reid x Reader Platonic

WC: 2712

A/N: This technically is part 2 to Galaxy, but can be read standalone. Mostly I just wanted to write a fic for Entropy and already had a universe that I could work with. 

GALAXY MASTERLIST

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, PTSD, alcohol. SPOILERS FOR 11x11 (Entropy).

“Let me go.”

“No,” your unit chief didn’t look up from the file he was reading as you paced in front of his desk.

“Let me go with JJ,” you tried again.

“No,” Hotch’s eyes stayed glued to the information in front of him.

“Let me go with Rossi, he won’t let me do anything irrational. I won’t do anything irrational anyways, I don’t need a babysitter, but I will literally do anything if it means you’ll let me go to that restaurant.”

“You’re not going.”

“Hotch-”

“I’m not going to tell you again, (y/n). I know you want to help, you can do that from here,” he finally looked up at you, stone-faced. You sighed in defeat and left his office, slumping down at your own desk once you had crossed the bullpen. A steaming cup of coffee was slid in front of you, Penelope’s gentle hand resting on your shoulder for a moment before she sat down across from Spencer’s desk.

“Thanks,” your words were quiet and defeated, characteristics that weren’t normal for you. You took the cup in your hands but it was only a matter of minutes before you were pacing again, watching your friends- your family gather as they prepared for the events that were about to happen.

JJ, clad in a fluffy burgundy jacket, approached you slowly, “you ok?”

“I should be going with you,” you told her, “Hotch thinks I’m a liability, but I don’t see how keeping a fully functioning agent on the sidelines is any better.”

“Are you fully functioning? I’m sorry, (y/n), but I agree with Hotch. We’ll keep him safe, you do what you can from here.”

“That’s just it, Jayje. I can’t do anything from here. We already have a profile, all of my other skills are entirely field-based. I’m going to spend all night pretending to go over the case files while the rest of my family takes down a hitwoman.”

You glanced over your shoulder to where Spencer was standing by Garcia, quickly tying his tie as they searched for information. You had lived through so many cases with the boy wonder by your side, and somehow this was the one that was making your heart stop and it hadn’t even happened yet.  

“Why is it always him?” JJ’s eyes narrowed as you spoke.

“What do you mean?”

“The train, the shed, the cult, the Anthrax, Maeve, Gideon, shot in the knee, shot in the arm, shot in the neck,” you listed, “I know what we do is dangerous but even for an FBI agent he’s experienced so much…trauma. I just want to put some bubble wrap on him for once.”

“He’s going to be ok,” she reached out a reassuring hand. You leaned into her, still feeling like you were suffocating with what-ifs that could happen to your best friend while you were stuck in the office.

Spencer strode over to you shortly after, sticking his arms through a suit jacket as he crossed the room.

“Hey handsome,” you tried impossibly hard to keep your tone light, not wanting to worry your friend before he went out on this case. His face still softened when he saw your disheveled state. JJ squeezed your arm lightly before walking over to Rossi, leaving you alone with the doctor.

“You’re worried about me,” he observed.

“Is that a crime? You’re having dinner with a hitwoman, I have every right to be worried, especially since Hotch sidelined me.”

“Yeah… about that,” Spencer stuck his hands in his pockets nervously, his tongue flickering over his lips.

“You didn’t,” you wanted to get angry as it dawned on you, but you were still too convinced this was the last time you were going to see your best friend.

“I could tell you weren’t happy with the plan when I first pitched it to you. I asked Hotch to keep an eye on you just in case. He’s being careful, (y/n).”

“I’m still not happy with this plan. I’m even less happy that I’m not allowed to participate,”

“I know, but once Cat is in custody you can come over to my apartment and we’ll watch as many episodes of Doctor Who as you want,” he proposed.

You shifted your weight as you considered his offer, “are you sure this is going to work?”

“There’s no other way.”

“Fine,” you sighed, “but we’re starting with Nine. Chris Eccleston is severely underrated.”

“Perfect,” Spencer smiled softly at you before checking his watch, “we should get going. You’re going to be ok here with Garcia.” You nodded, following him towards the glass doors as the dread of what he was walking into crept up your spine again.

He pushed the button on the wall, idly twisting his fingers together as you waited for the elevator to arrive.

“Spencer,” he turned to you with the most genuinely soft Spencer smile, “you’re the only you we’ve got. We can’t-” you cleared your throat, “I can’t lose you.”

“I know,” his voice was soft and calm and embodied everything you loved about the genius. Anything he was going to say after that was interrupted by the ding of the elevator doors opening beside you.

As much as it pained you to watch him get onto the elevator and leave you behind, you had complete faith in his abilities. It was the unpredictable nature of everyone else involved in the network that scared you the most. The rest of the team came from behind you, each patting your shoulder as they passed. Derek was the last, pulling you into a tight hug.

“We’ve got this. He’s got this,” he whispered.

“Promise you’ll bring him back alive?”

“I promise,” he squeezed you even tighter before letting you go and joining the rest of your colleagues.

“This is the worst part,” Penelope said from your side as you watched the elevator doors close.

“I can’t keep wallowing. I need something to do. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“We’ll go to the batcave! There’s plenty to do there,” she smiled, grabbing your hand and pulling you into her office. Eventually Hotch joined you, directing Garcia to start patching in the various team members.

You could feel the stagnant tension between you and the unit chief and you didn’t like it. As seemingly emotionless and serious as Hotch was he filled a certain void in your life that had been missing since you were young. He was your boss though, and you had just tried to go against his orders so the tension was unavoidable.

While everyone was getting situated Hotch tasked you with going over every bit of information that had been gathered from the Sniper. It was a menial task like you had predicted, everyone had poured over these files a million times prior to tonight, and though you appreciated the attempt at distraction you couldn’t help but turn your head to Garcia’s monitors any time you heard something from the team.

“JJ stand down,” Hotch directed. Abandoning your files you scooted your chair to Garcia’s other side to watch the screen in front of you. You didn’t dare say anything, this was Hotch’s call to make. You started listening deeper to the conversation Spencer was having with Cat, chewing on your bottom lip as you did so. You had spent years listening to him talk, but this was a whole new level of banter. Cat was keeping up with him at an impossible speed. You watched as she reached up to grab Spencer’s tie.

“She muffled the mic, we lost audio,” Garcia practically whispered next to you. You waited for what felt like an eternity before you heard Reid’s voice again.

“Rossi, stand down. Please,” his eyebrows furrowed as he tucked his tie back into his vest.

“I should be in there,” you mumbled, eyes glued to his face on the screen.

“She doesn’t know about Morgan and Lewis,” Hotch reminded you. You held back your retort when the team collectively learned about the bomb that was planted under the building. The impending danger gave your intuitive mind something more productive to focus on, but amidst the chaos you still heard Spencer’s voice, clear as day.

“Double or nothing I can get you to sit back down.”

“Reid, what are you doing?” Hotch asked, still trying to work out the bomb situation.

“Spencer,” you hissed even though he couldn’t hear you, pressing your earpiece impossibly further into your ear. You listened as Spencer countered with Cat until she sat down again and he resumed his story.

“Wait. Your mother- tell me.” As Spencer started talking about his trip to Las Vegas, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Penelope looked at Hotch.

“Did you know?”

“No,” she turned to you.

“Did you know?”

You cleared your throat slightly, though it didn’t seem to help, “no, he said he’d tell me about his trip later, once we were done with the case.” You were shocked, to say the least, and frustrated that you hadn’t seen something like this coming. Spencer had seemed so normal when you met up with him at work earlier that day, even hugging you when he found you spinning in your desk chair waiting for him.

“I’ve got her,” Lewis’ voice broke your thoughts as she and Morgan started moving towards the Bomber. In your earpiece you could hear their struggle, but all you could see was Cat pointing the gun at your best friend’s face. Penelope reached over to grab your hand as Morgan started talking to Cat.

“Kid I am trying to save your life, now let me do that.”

“He promised,” your voice was so soft you weren’t even sure if you were speaking aloud, “he promised, he promised, he promised.”

As Spencer had previously mentioned, this was not the first time a killer had pointed a gun at him. It was also not the first time you had seen a gun pointed at him. The difference was that all of the other times you had seen Spencer at gunpoint you had been on site with him. You knew the doctor could handle himself, he didn’t need you to save him, but if he got shot in that restaurant you wouldn’t be there fast enough to say goodbye.

Your eyes narrowed and your brows smashed together as Cat was placed in handcuffs. You didn’t like the way she requested Spencer walk her out.

“You want to go home?” Hotch asked Garcia, putting his hand on her shoulder. The woman beside you was sobbing as she nodded. You couldn’t imagine the relief she must have been feeling, though you were experiencing your own kind of relief knowing that Spencer was safe.

You helped Penelope pack up her things and drove home with her, thankful for the distraction because you knew it would still be a while before Spencer came back to the office.

“I’m going over to Derek and Savannah’s for drinks, are you coming? We’re celebrating my freedom!” She called from her bedroom.

“I don’t know, Spencer and I were going to watch Doctor Who at his place,” you fiddled with the buttons on your phone, waiting for Reid to call.

“He can meet you at Derek’s. Come on, it’ll be fun,” she took your hand, not giving you another option. Normally you would be more gung-ho about spending time with your friends, especially with an outcome as positive as the one that had happened in that restaurant, but there was a weight on your chest that wasn’t going away and it made you unsettled.

This feeling continued even when Penelope started drinking. Savannah gave you a glass of wine, but you only had a few sips before excusing yourself to the bathroom. Standing over the sink, you struggled to breathe and it felt like your heart was going to explode out of your tightening chest. You couldn’t get the image of Spencer being held hostage out of your head. It felt like every flashback you had experienced since coming home from overseas, though you hadn’t had an episode like that in months.

You focused on your breathing, deep breaths that rattled your bones, and tried to calm yourself down. You vaguely heard a commotion coming from the front of the house, so you focused on that until you could breathe normally again. You brushed a wayward tear from your cheek, then stepped out of the bathroom. Penelope was wearing significantly less clothing, and Derek was standing in the entryway with Savannah.

Derek released his grip on his girlfriend to hug you, “I told you I wouldn’t let him die.”

“Where is he?”

“He said he was going home. He only left a few minutes ago, you should be able to catch up to him,” Derek pulled away from you.

“Thanks,” you told him sincerely, grabbing your phone and keys before heading out the door. You didn’t expect to find your friend so soon, but his lanky frame was unmistakeable sitting on a swing in the park between Derek’s house and Spencer’s apartment.

You didn’t say anything when you approached, instead sinking down onto the swing next to him and digging your feet into the woodchips beneath you.

“Were you at Derek’s?” he finally spoke.

“Yeah, Garcia made me go. I thought she told you,” you laughed quietly.

“No, I would have waited for you if I had known. Do you still want to come back to my place?” he turned to you for the first time. Even in the darkness you could see the circles under his eyes.

“Are you sure? I can take a rain check if you need some time to breathe. That case was…” you trailed off, not sure if you could find the words to explain the evening’s events. Spencer didn’t answer, instead leaving a pregnant pause in the warm evening air before finally speaking.

“It’s kind of ironic.”

“What is?”

“My whole life the one thing I’ve been good at is remembering, and now I’m faced with a disease that could take that away,” there was melancholy in his words, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen since the night he had told you about his Dilaudid addiction.

“Are you going to get tested?” you knew he wasn’t looking for advice or your opinion, the best you could do was help lay out what you knew was a tangled mess of thoughts inside his mind.

“I can’t. I’m too young to show the chromosomal indicators,” he went back to looking at his feet, “I just need to fix it to help my mom and maybe I’ll figure out a solution for myself along the way.”

“Your mom is a tough lady. Whatever you work out in that brain of yours, even if it ends up being completely wrong, it’s going to be with the best intentions for your family. You have a heart of gold, Spencer Reid,” you saw the corner of his mouth pull upwards.

“I would really like it if you would come over,” he stood up from the swing, “I don’t think either of us should be completely alone tonight.”

“What makes you say that?” you asked as you joined him, starting to walk shoulder to shoulder down the sidewalk towards his building.

“You had a panic attack earlier,” his nonchalant words caught you off guard.

“Yeah, at Derek’s house. It was mild though, I worked through it pretty quickly. How did you know?”

“You’ve been fidgeting with your bracelet this whole time. You only do that when you’re trying to ground yourself.”

“You know me too well,” you smirked.

“You know me in a way I never thought possible,” he retorted emphatically.

“I know I make it look easy but trust me, it’s not,” your tone was light and teasing, a much needed lapse of normalcy from the otherwise heavy night.

You and Spencer were two inseparable souls, intertwined because the universe saw two lost kids who desperately needed someone to understand them in a way only the other could provide.

“You were wrong, by the way.”

“Wrong? About what?”

“There are plenty of things you’re good at besides remembering. Don’t sell yourself so short.”

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Okay could I have please headcanons for Bolin x reader but with a clone of Bolin. The clone is Nuktuk. So it looks like Bolin but acts like the character. Ty!

kinktober 2020 | this week’s list

A/N: this prompt is FANTASTIC this is so much fun. also very long. and with plot! also i LOVE writing Nuktuk he’s like the fucking. stupid frat boy version of Bolin he’s such a dickhead. ANYWAY ENJOY! (reminder that y/p stands for your pronouns!)

by clicking read more you verify that you are at least 18 years old

so, you’re just hanging out in your apartment. Bolin went out to that nice dumpling place you both like to get you dinner, and you were just chilling with Pabu

that was, until Bolin slammed through the door

“we have a situation-!” he yelled, looking far more concerned than he did at any given time. you sprung up immediately, Pabu scampering to help Bolin

“what? what ha-oh” your expression switched from worry to amazement as a figure appeared behind Bolin. he looked exactly the same - except for his, uh, outfit. and his eyes, which were an icy blue

“nice place you got here,” he nodded at you, with a little flirtatious smile. you might pass away

“Bolin... can we talk in the other room... in private,” you added, as the weird man who looked disturbingly like your boyfriend’s on screen alter-ego raised his eyebrows

you and Bolin retreated to the other room, and you whisper-yelled at him

“what the fuck - Bo where did he come from?” “listen, i don’t know! i guess the dumpling place is pretty close to the spirit world portal - maybe he’s from there? but why does he look like me? but like, Nuktuk me! but like older Nuktuk me!”

you hadn’t even thought of that, but - now that he mentioned it, this Nuktuk did look exactly like Bolin. not like 17 year old Bolin who had shot the films, but current day, 21 year old Bolin who had gained more muscle and a little bit of stubble if he didn’t shave every day

“but why did he follow you home?” “he thought i was him, or that - he was me?” Bolin pressed his face into his hands “this is hurting my brain, Y/n!”

you patted him on the shoulder. “it’s ok, Bo. we’ll figure this out

so, you both faced weird Nuktuk man

who, was, in fact, Nuktuk. apparently, in the spirit world, if enough people retell and spread a specific story, it can become real in the spirit world. and, as such, Nuktuk was born. he had actually done all the things that Bolin had as Nuktuk’s actor, memories and all

and he had the attitude to match it. he was nice enough, you thought, but he was kind of conceited. you swore you saw him flexing at himself in the hall mirror

he apparently had come to the human world to see what all the hype was about, and he was super excited that he had found Bolin, calling him a long lost brother-in-arms

Bolin begrudgingly accepted Nuktuk’s compliments, and when Nuktuk asked if you and Bolin could offer him some hospitality and let him stay the night, Bolin couldn’t tell him no

he actually ended up staying far longer than one night. and spirits, he was always running into you or starting to strike up a conversation. and it was distracting. it felt like you were emotionally cheating on your boyfriend with a weird spirit version of himself, because when Nuktuk raked his eyes along your body it made you shiver, and he stood far too close when he complimented your cooking. everything he said to you sounded vaguely sexual and it was destroying you

eventually, you had to confront Bolin about it

“ok, Bo, i have to start this off with the fact that i love you very much,” you began, standing and pacing as Bolin pet Pabu on the bed. he raised an eyebrow, a little concerned. “but unfortunately that’s becoming a problem, because Nuktuk out there keeps making advances and he says these things that are like, not actually sexual but he makes them sexual and he looks like you and he undresses me with his eyes and we need to do something about it!”

you glanced at Bolin, concerned, and he worried his lip between his teeth. “maybe we should talk to him?” he offered. you scoffed. “talk to him? he needs to get out of here! it feels like i’m cheating on you with you!”

Bolin nodded, thoughtful “you’re right, i am very handsome in the Nuktuk outfit” (which, by the way, was the only thing that Nuktuk would wear around the house, unless it was in the wash. you kind of preferred it, because it reminded you who he was and prevented you from hugging him from behind when you got home, thinking he was Bolin)

you groaned, but Bolin insisted that you talk to Nuktuk instead of just throwing him out. despite some reservations when he first showed up, Bolin had grown to like the guy, calling him his “work out buddy” and even asking him to help out at the pro bending arena as a waterbending trainer

so, Bolin talked to him. you didn’t want to be there, because it was embarrassing, but once they were done, they both approached you together.

“so, is everything all worked out?” you asked, wary, because Nuktuk was still looking at you in a sexual way... and Bolin was too? wait, what?

“yeah, we did, actually,” Bolin replied, with a little half grin. Nuktuk’s own grin was lazy and very, very hot. “so, Y/n,” Nuktuk asked, his arms crossed, “how do you feel about being with both of us?”

you choked on your own spit

“what!?”

so, now you were in a relationship with the both of them, and Bolin was completely fine with it. in fact, he was friends with Nuktuk. friends with him!

and Nuktuk now had free reign to crowd you against the kitchen counter, and kiss you goodnight - and you thought he would kiss like Bolin, but he doesn’t, it’s so much more intense every time, and it leaves you gasping

after a few weeks, you stop focusing so much on how strange and different it is, and instead you ease into the relationship. Nuktuk takes you on a few dates (one of which is to a showing of his own mover, where he wears a stupid disguise) and you end up liking him as his own person, not just because he looks like Bolin

ok, like, his looks are definitely a part of it. he’s so pretty. but he’s also a little more confident than Bolin, and while he’s full of himself, he also still manages to be a dork. he likes puns and he’s a real gentleman, just like Bolin is - but Nuktuk takes it to a new level. literally one time you both go out while it’s raining and he bends the water around you to keep you dry. you were equal parts amazed, flattered, and a little annoyed because of how pleased with himself Nuktuk was

eventually, you and Bolin let him into your bed. not sexually, at first - just to sleep. and you have to admit that being pressed between the both of them is something you love dearly

you press your face to Bolin’s shoulder as you fall asleep, and Nuktuk is pressed to your back? and both of you talk about your days all together before you go to sleep, Bolin petting through your hair as Nuktuk just touches you - it’s very hard for you to not get turned on between the both of them. and actually, you are turned on, but you don’t want to push it

eventually, you do press that extra little bit, and one evening, you climb into bed with them, and Nuktuk is running his hands over your sides, sliding his fingers up your shirt, and you just can’t anymore

you don’t say a thing, you just grab his hand under the covers and slide it under your waistband, your breath hitching a little against Bolin’s shoulder as you will his hand lower and spread your legs for him

Bolin is just telling you about his day, petting through your hair, looking at you so sweet, when Nuktuk traces his fingers against you so light and you do your absolute best not to shake

he’s pressed completely against your back, and you can feel him harden against your ass as he touches you, explores you. eventually he slides a finger into you and your breathe hitches, pressing your face into Bolin’s chest

“Y/n? are you ok?” he asks, mistaking your labored breathing as pain rather that pleasure. Nuktuk took this as the perfect opportunity to slide his thumb along your sweet spot, and instead of replying, you just gasp. it wouldn’t usually be this good, but the fact that Bolin was there, and that it was your first time with both of them? had you dying

“Y/n’s perfect, aren’t you?” Nuktuk asked, and you just gasped, clutching at Bolin. “Bo, please-” you mumbled, with a look in your eyes that he immediately recognized. you had already discussed a threesome with him before, and you knew he was into it - you hadn’t wanted to just spring it on him like this, but you couldn’t resist

“oh, oh,” Bolin replied, peeling off the covers to reveal what was happening underneath. you rocked into Nuktuk’s touch, even though it was just a horrible tease. you could feel his smirk on your neck as he added a second finger, just to spread you wide

“i think Y/n could take both of us, don’t you?” Nuktuk asked, and you had a perfect view of Bolin’s face to see it turn beet red. the boxers he slept in weren’t leaving much to the imagination as he took everything in

“Y/n is that -” Bolin started, but Nuktuk cut him off. “c’mon sweetheart, tell him you can take it. you want it, don’t you? you’ve wanted both of us since you first saw me”

it was demeaning, but spirits, was he right. you nodded, pleading with your eyes for Bolin to believe you

he did, and it didn’t take long until both of their hands were on you, Bolin stripped off his boxers as he pulled you close, sliding his hands along you to take your clothes off. Nuktuk was still plunging his fingers into you, but now he wrapped his other hand around you as well, to feel along your thighs, to take you apart with two hands. despite him trying to tease you, it just felt so good - all of their hands on you. you had always loved Bolin’s hands - how big they were, how warm they were, how his callouses felt on your skin. it was too much, and you panted against Bolin’s mouth as he drew you in for deep kisses, kissing you so sweet and gentle compared to the teasing, dirty treatment you were receiving from Nuktuk

Bolin barely had you undressed and you were already coming, crying out from the pleasure of it, tightening around Nuktuk’s fingers and shaking apart. he chuckled in your ear, and even though it felt like he was laughing at you, that somehow made it hotter

“oh, Bo,” he grinned at Bolin, trying to shimmy out of his own underwear, grinding hard against your ass as soon as his cock was free. “oh, Y/n is such a doll, isn’t y/p?” 

you keened at the feeling of him thrusting against you, of how he tugged you so close - roughly, rougher than Bolin would usually handle you. he slid his fingers out of you and you moaned at the loss

“Bo, please,” you pleaded, grabbing at his wrist and pulling him close. Bolin was still so in awe of all of this - in awe of you, of Nuktuk, of how you looked with him. he was probably wondering if that was how you looked with him, and that made you shiver even more. 

“yeah, Bo,” Nuktuk mumbled, whispering against your ear before he nipped at it, gently, running a hand along your thigh. “can’t you see how needy your partner is? have you been neglecting poor Y/n?”

Bolin shook his head, pressing close to you immediately, wrapping an arm around to to pull you close. you were already pliant from your first orgasm, and the warmth of both of them, sandwiched on both sides of you, was almost too much. you grabbed at Bolin, squeezed his ass to will him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist so he knew exactly what you wanted

“i would never neglect y/p,” Bolin replied, pouting a little. you kissed it off of him, pulling him so close as he teased at your entrance. what Nuktuk said must have really affected him, because he pressed in with one even stroke, and you shook at the feeling of being so full, so complete with him. you kissed him deep, like you were starved, as Nuktuk’s fingers slid along your ass.

he worked you open as Bolin fucked you shallow, just enough to hear you moan. he was whispering words of love to you - telling you how good you felt, how much he loved you, and you told him yes, you knew, and you loved him too, you just wanted so much, you wanted everything, and from the both of them

Nuktuk nipped and sucked at your neck as he worked you open, sure to leave marks. you knew that he loved to claim you, but this was even more than usual, and it made you shake, thinking that underneath his tough guy exterior, Nuktuk really loved you too, even after such a short time

eventually, you were ready for him, and he wrapped his arms around you and Bolin, squishing you all so close together

“ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, low and sultry in your ear. you moaned, feeling him press against you. you needed it - you needed to feel them both, filling you up

“please -” you moaned, and cried out as Nuktuk pressed into you. fuck, he was just as thick as Bolin, and you felt like you might split in two

Bolin moaned too, shaking against you, holding on for dear life. oh no - it must be so tight for him too, as he broke your kisses to press his face into your neck, breathing heavy. Bolin was stock still as Nuktuk pressed in, trying desperately not to come. Nuktuk himself took his time, and although he didn’t moan quite as loud, you knew he was slowly losing it too

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he whined in your ear, and Bolin nodded, making a desperate noise in confirmation. at this point, you didn’t even care if they moved. they were pressing on all the right places and they felt so good -

and then Nuktuk moved, and it was all over.

they fucked into you shallow, Nuktuk trying to contain himself while Bolin had no such composure. he gripped your hips hard, shaking as he thrust, gasping your name against your shoulder until he fell apart

and spirits, did he fall apart - he came inside you, and that only made you want more, reaching around the urge Nuktuk on, with a chorus of “please, please-” because you were so close again - 

he reached around to touch you, and that was all it took. you came around them, making Bolin scream and Nuktuk moan so loud as he fucked you harder, in turn making everything far more intense for you, and Bolin as he was now being overstimulated by you and Nuktuk. he quivered in your arms, and you kissed him and he mumbled nonsense about how good it was, about how he never knew he could feel that good.

Nuktuk came soon after, spilling inside you and collapsing against your back, squishing all of you so close together. you were panting, and Bolin was still trying to come back to himself, but wow. maybe you really did enjoy this arrangement

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Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Them a Match

Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since they were very young.

Two-year-old Stiles toddled up to two and a half-year-old Derek, and patted Derek’s cheeks, a smile blooming behind Stiles’ red pacifier as he murmurs “vulf, pity vulf”.

Once they started school, they were inseparable. Despite being in different classes, they always met up at recess and lunch, swapping bits and pieces from their lunch box and reading the latest Batman comic together.

When Jackson Whittmore joined the school and decided on his first day to push Stiles over in the sandpit, Derek marched over and pushed Jackson over in retaliation, pointing a finger in his face and growling, “If you even look sideways at Stiles, I will hurt you.”

When Derek was being made fun of by Liam Dunbar for having his nose in a book, Stiles tilts his head in a distinctly wolf-like fashion and quips, “You jealous Liam? Heard you only got 52% on your last English test. Need Derek to teach you how to read?”

By the time they had reached high school, both their families were certain the boys were mates. Noah and Claudia Stilinksi had made a bet with Talia and Samuel Hale on when Derek and Stiles’ matehood would manifest.

The Stilinksi’s are guided by the customs of the Emissary. An Emissary comes into their own at the age of 14, their spark igniting in the presence of their mate. The ritual tying the Emissary and their mate is performed on the full moon after their eighteenth birthday when the full power and knowledge is bestowed upon the magic-user, and their mate confirms the match.

The Hales, on the other hand, are guided by the moon and werewolf lore. It is said that a young werewolf would find their mate at the age of sixteen, their wolf recognising their true match and spurring them on to make a pledge of the heart. This pledge is made under the new moon, the beginning of the new lunar cycle, signifying a new start.

Needless to say, there has been quite some competition between the two families over the years, followed by confusion when both boys pass eighteen and they are still unmated.

🐺🐺🐺

Peter Hale stands at the kitchen window watching as Derek and Stiles play around in the pool. Stiles is unsuccessfully trying to push Derek into the water, as the werewolf’s feet are firmly planted on the ground and he’s not moving. The force of pushing against an immovable object causes Stiles to lose his footing, arms windmilling wildly as he tries to find purchase, only for Derek to grab his arm and throw a laughing Stiles in the pool.

Talia saunters up behind her brother and gives him a pinch. “Whatever it is you are thinking Peter, I strongly suggest you forget about it.”

Peter sighs, turning to his older sister as Derek cannonballs into the pool.”Aren’t you frustrated as well Tali? Bets aside, both of their mates should have manifested by now. They are nineteen! Both off to college, different colleges mind you, opening them up to other people when they are clearly each other’s mate! Don’t you just want to shake them and tell them to get their acts together?”

Talia puts an arm around Peter. “I’m not frustrated, I’m sad. They are clearly perfect for each other. It saddens me that maybe they aren’t meant to be when it’s clear to the rest of us that they are. They have the same relationship that Sam and I have, and that you and Lisa have. It was clear to all our families back then, just as clear to us now. Maybe Mother Moon has other plans for our boys. We must be patient.”

“Patient my ass. Those boys are oblivious Tali. Stiles seems to think that Derek is too good for him. And Derek thinks he’s too dumb for Stiles, and Stiles deserves someone smarter like Lydia Martin. I just think they need a little bit of a push. A prod even. A shuffle in the mate direction.”

“Since when do the boys think that? I’ve never heard either of them say any such thing. I don’t think meddling is a good idea, Peter. It needs to happen naturally.”

Peter turns to Talia with a raised brow. “Just last week I heard Stiles on the phone to Scott saying how he doesn’t think he deserves it, and Derek was talking to Laura lamenting just before he left for college how he doesn’t know whether he’s smart enough. And anyway, I’ve never heard any stories of things going badly when someone intervened. It can’t hurt.”

Crossing his arms across his chest, Peter sighs. “Look Tali, we’ve all seen how they look at each other. It’s ridiculous how much in love they are. Also it can’t be good having Stiles abilities not fully manifested. He’s to be Laura’s emissary Tali, if he doesn’t fully come into his powers soon, then it will have a direct impact on the Pack. Something needs to be done.”

Talia pinches the bridge of her nose and heaves a sigh. “Ok, I’ll have a talk with Claudia, see what she has to say. She’ll know more about the Emissary manifestation, maybe there’s something we just don’t know.”

“And, in the meantime, I’m going to get in my nephew’s ear and guide him like the good Alpha’s right hand that I am.”

Talia groans and gives Peter a shove. “Fine, but don’t be too over the top or too blatant. And don’t harm either of them. Or do anything to scare the other one. And no making the other jealous! Nothing that can backfire.”

“You are no fun.”

“I am your Alpha Peter Hale, you need to remember that.”

Peter snorts and salutes his sister, who laughs loudly as she walks out the door. Turning back to the window Peter watches the boys talk quietly as they bob gently in the pool. They are talking quiet enough that Peter can’t hear what they are saying, so when Stiles blushes a deep pink, he desperately wants to know what is being said.

He makes his way out of the back door and down the stairs, opening the pool gate as quietly as possible. Peter puts on his best smirk.

“You know Stiles, we are in the middle of summer. You’re looking a little pink there, forget to put on sunscreen?”

Stiles startles violently, almost smacking Derek in the face. Derek holds Stiles' arms in front of him and turns to glare at Peter. “Must you do that Peter? You know how he flails.”

“Hey! I resemble that remark!” Stiles squawks.

Derek snorts and turns back to Stiles. “He doesn’t look sunburnt to me Peter. Maybe it’s time to get your eyes checked old man.”

Peter’s smirk widens. “Yes, well you’d be able to see whether Stiles is sunburnt or not being that close to him Derek. Do you think you could tell whether it’s sunburn? Or whether Stiles is just blushing. He turns a lovely shade of pink when he blushes.”

Stiles narrows his eyes. “Listen here Uncle Creepy, the fact that you know that is gross, and I’m going to tell Lisa!”

Peter snorts. “Oh no, I’m so scared.”

Derek sneers at his uncle. “What about if I told Aunt Lisa about what you did Friday night? Do you think shed ok if she found out it was YOU that ate the last of her chocolate?”

Stiles starts laughing. “You ate a pregnant werewolf’s chocolate? Oh my god, you are a dead man!”

While Derek and Stiles continue to laugh, Peter swiftly makes his exit, frustrated that his plan failed.

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Talia and Claudia sit on the couch, each nursing a cup of tea. Claudia has her thinking face on, while Talia waits patiently.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with him Tali. Mischief has been doing all of his Emissary studies, and in fact, is ahead.”

“How is that possible that he’s ahead though? Shouldn’t his abilities have manifested fully by now? I’m not sure how it works, but I would have thought that there was a limit to what Stiles could learn until he came into his powers. And the boys are nineteen now, Claud. Has Stiles said anything to you about the situation? About Derek?”

Claudia shakes her head. “No, he’s always been very secretive with matters of the heart. And there are always things to learn about being an Emissary. In fact, I heard from my sister in Poland, she’s Emissary to one of the Wójcik Alphas you know, and she was saying how on some blood moons, the connection between an Alpha and their Emissary is strengthened with a pulse of power, and …”

“Claud! Off topic.”

“Sorry! It’s fascinating. But as far as the situation as you call it, Stiles hasn’t mentioned anything, and I haven’t asked.”

“I just wonder if we say something to the boys? Peter is going to try his hand at matchmaking, he’s getting a bit worried about it.”

“Honestly Tali, I wouldn’t be too worried. I didn’t meet Noah until I was in my early twenties. I didn’t become your Emissary until my late twenties. The folklore surrounding us is just that, folklore. The Emissary Scrolls were written in a completely different time to now. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll have a talk to Stiles and I’ll let you know.”

Talia lets go of the breath she seemed to be holding and takes another sip of her tea. “Thanks Claud. I’ll let Peter know.”

“He’s not going to stop trying to meddle, surely you know your brother better than that. Remember what happened with Laura?”

There was a moment's silence before the women burst out laughing, remembering when Peter tried to get Laura and her mate Jordan together, Peter ended up locked up in the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department’s jail for the weekend after Peter’s attempted abduction of his niece went terribly wrong.

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Derek walks back in the front door after saying goodbye to Stiles, who incidentally was looking a little pink after forgetting to reapply his sunscreen. He chuckles as he walks into the kitchen to grab a cold drink, almost turning around when he sees his Uncle Peter sitting at the dining table watching Derek keenly.

Opening the fridge, Derek pulls out a bottle of water, turning around to face Peter as he twists the top off and takes a sip.

“Whatever it is you want to say, Peter, just say it.”

“I don’t know what you mean nephew.”

Derek rolls his eyes and starts to walk out of the kitchen to go up to his room, stopping when Peter starts to talk.

“You must miss Stiles when you are at college.”

Derek turns slowly back around towards his uncle and narrows his eyes at him. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, you’ve been practically joined at the hip since you were two. And for the first time in 17 years, you are separated by a 6 hour drive. Are you ok with that?”

“There’s this marvellous invention called a cell phone where we can make phone calls, and even some phones allow you to make video calls! There’s Zoom, Skype, Discord, as well as email, text messages. I may not see him every day, but we talk all the time, and FaceTime every weekend.”

“Yes, but it must be hard not being able to hug him, not being in the same room as him. You must miss his scent.”

Derek looks at Peter like he’s grown a second head. “Are you ok Peter? Did you get sunstroke in the 5 minutes you were outside today? Maybe you are a vampire instead of a werewolf. Yes, that explains everything! Especially since you suck!”

Growling, Peter gets up from his seat and runs at Derek who shrieks and bolts out the front door.

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Thursday afternoon, Stiles is sitting at the diner on Fifth Street waiting for his dad to arrive for lunch. He’s stripping the straw wrapper into a pile in front of his soda, knee bouncing under the table.

Just as he’s about to pull the straw out of his soda, the door of the diner opens with a jingle, Stiles looking up to see his weary father walking towards him.

Noah sits down with a sigh. “Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey pops, you ok?”

“Rough case at the moment, but it’s getting close to being solved which is something to look forward to. How’s your day?”

“Good! Mom asked me to come into the bookstore this morning, Mrs Nelson asked her to ask me if I wanted to do some part-time work there over the Summer, so I had a quick interview, and I have my first shift with mom tomorrow!”

The Sheriff grabs Stiles hand and squeezes. “That’s good news son.”

As Stiles is about to ask his dad about the case, the bell above the door jingles again, and in walks Peter Hale.

Stiles groans. “Ah, crap.”

“What’s wrong son?”

Peter strides right up to the table and presumptuously sits down at one of the two free chairs. “Noah, Stiles, so good to see you! What brings you to the diner today?”

Stiles looks at Peter incredulously and before he can answer, Noah responds. “We’re doing our taxes, Peter.”

“Ah, funny. Yes, you are in a diner, it should be obvious what you are doing. I thought you’d be doing something with Derek today Stiles?”

Noah rolls his eyes and mumbles “Oh lord.”

Stiles looks confused. “Why would I be doing something with Derek today?”

“Why wouldn’t you be! You haven’t seen each other for some time, it’s the summer break, time to reconnect with those you love and all that.”

Stiles blinks.

“You two have been joined at the hip since you were babies! This is the first time you are both out in the big bad world and you’ve gone to opposite ends of the state. I just thought you’d want to spend every waking moment together.”

“I have no idea what you are getting at Peter, but Derek and I are meeting up on Friday. There’s a new Marvel movie out, and the diner has Five Buck Burger Fridays.”

“Why not tomorrow as well?”

Stiles looks at his dad, then looks back at Peter. “Because I’m working, and Derek is working.”

“Derek is working?”

“Yes? He’s working with Samuel at the garage.”

“Ah yes, that’s right. Well, I hope you two get to spend more time together than just on weekends. It would be a shame if you two grew apart.”

Peter gets up from his chair and tucks it back under the table. He bids the Stilinski men good day and walks out the diner.

Stiles looks back as his father. “He is such a fucking weirdo.”

“Language Stiles!”

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When Peter gets home from his gatecrashing the Stilinski lunch, he convinces Talia to arrange a barbecue with the Hales and Stilinskis for Sunday. The weather is forecast to be warm, perfect for swimming and grilling.

Sunday morning dawns and Peter rises with a smirk. Lisa looks flatly at her husband as she sits in the armchair in the corner of the room, rubbing her swollen belly. “What are you smirking at? You’ve just woken up.”

“Well my love, today is the day that I am going to once and for all get Stiles and Derek to admit that they are in fact, in love, and in fact, are mates. The pining and the looks of love from afar end today!”

“I know you think you are this Matchmaker extraordinaire, but the reality is, you are awful at it, and it always backfires.”

“You can’t say it always backfires because I’ve only done it once.”

“That’s the literal definition! Always. Every time you have done it, you’ve failed. One hundred per cent failure rate!”

Peter huffs and trips as he’s removing his sleep pants. Lisa laughs. “Come now my heart. Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming. Now do your pregnant wife a favour and rub my feet.”

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The Stilinskis arrive at the Hale house at 11.30 on the dot. Stiles helps his mom get the plethora of Polish side dishes from the backseat, while Noah grabs the beers, both normal and wolfsbane laced. They walk into the house as a family, dodging screaming kids, laughing adults, and hazardously placed bags.

Stiles stays in the kitchen with Laura and Cora and helps to get the side dishes and desserts set out on the benches. Claudia goes off to find Talia, and Noah parks himself next to the grill, cracking open a cold one for Samuel and himself, chatting to Derek about his work at the garage.

Once the grilling is done and the meat brought inside, Talia calls everyone around and thanks them for coming. After giving directions on where to find everything, and offering for people to sit wherever they want, Peter clears his throat as his Alpha is about to release the pack to get food.

“I just wanted to say a few things before we eat!”

Talia’s “oh no” is mirrored by Claudia, Samuel, and Noah.

“As it is the summer holidays for all our young pack members, I just thought it would be nice to welcome those who have been off at college back home, especially Derek and Stiles who have never been apart this long ever!”

Peter looks around waiting for the laughter. There’s not even a chuckle. Derek steps forward. “What are you doing Peter?”

“Nothing! Well, nothing MUCH. You two have been so close for such a long time, I just worry about you missing each other! Anyway, I just wanted to …”

“You just wanted to what Peter? You’ve been acting fuc .. freaking weird for the last week!” Stiles interrupts Peter with a glare.

Derek nods. “You said the exact same thing about missing each other to me the other day. Why are you so fixated with Stiles and I missing each other?”

Peter looks at Talia for help but she just raises her hands in a “you’re on your own” gesture.

“Lisa?”

“Nope babe. This is your show.”

Peter sighs. “I’ve been trying to get you two to admit you miss each other, which would then get you to admit that you have feelings for each other, which would then get you to realise you are mates!”

Derek walks over to Stiles and puts his arm around him. Stiles snuggles into Derek’s side. “We know we are mates Uncle Peter. We’ve known for years.”

Peter’s jaw drops. Followed by Talia’s and Noah’s. Claudia, Samuel and Lisa are laughing. Cora is looking between Peter, and Derek with confusion. Laura is stifling a laugh.

“What?? But you aren’t mated!!”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “We aren’t officially mated yet no. We wanted to wait until we’ve graduated from college before we made it official.”

“So you know you’re mates, but you don’t miss each other? What am I missing???”

“Uncle Peter, Stiles and I are very much in love so of course we miss each other. But we knew that if we were to be officially mated it would make going to college very difficult. We want to get the first three years done and dusted at our college of choice, and then see what happens. Stiles couldn’t turn down the scholarships from Berkeley, and couldn’t turn down UCLA. But we have every intention of having the official ceremony once we’ve graduated.”

Before Peter can respond, Talia steps in. “It sounds like you’ve had this planned for a long time. Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Laura clears her throat. “They told me.”

Peter throws his hands up in the air and storms off, leaving his laughing wife behind.

Talia frowns. “Why didn’t they tell me?”

“I’m sorry Alpha Hale, we should have told you. But after discussing it, Derek and I thought it would be best to tell Laura as I’m to be her Emissary.”

“We also knew that if everyone knew they’d make a big deal about us not being mated yet. We really need to do this in our timeline, in our way. I’m sorry mom.”

Talia rushes forward and scoops Derek and Stiles into a hug, and taking the lead of their Alpha, the rest of the pack joins in.

🐺🐺🐺

Three Years Later

Derek and Stiles stand under the new moon in their mating robes. Stiles' hands lay gently on top of Derek’s, a platinum ring in each palm bearing the triskele.

Talia guides her son and his mate through their vows through tears. Derek and Stiles' faces radiate pure love, and as the rings are slipped on the other’s finger, the Hale Alpha declares her son and the future Hale Emissary mates, and to seal the bond, to kiss under the new moon.

The men wrap their arms around each other, and as their lips touch for the first time as official mates, a pulse of power bursts from Stiles wrapping around him and his wolf, drawing them even closer.

The wolves of the pack howl in joy, while the humans cheer. Noah and Claudia hug each other close. Talia and Samuel look at each with love.

Peter looks at his nephew in fondness and turns to Lisa. “I’m taking full credit for this.”

[amythedvdhoarder]

Protection - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Mention of violence, swearing, angst and fluff

Word count: 2.8K

Author’s Notes: First ever attempt at writing anything, apologies for it being terrible 

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He ran his fingers through his long hair, he knew he needed a haircut but couldn’t bring himself to do it. His eyes are directed towards the training ring, he watches you studiously as you spar with his best friend. Bucky resumes his leg presses whilst keeping an eye nervously on what is happening across the gym.

Steve circles you and you mimic his actions. “Come on Captain, what are you waiting for” you tease softly.

“You Y/N” he smirks. You see his left hand drop slightly and in a blur of movement you are leaping at him, ready to swing around his neck and get him into a chokehold. But you don’t make it, instead you feel a massive force hit your chest as you are knocked backwards. You back thuds to the ground and your head snaps back and hits the mat, everything begins to fade.

Bucky is there in a second, sprinting across the room and jumping over the ropes at the side. His hands are gently on you, assessing the damage. He knows you are still recovering from an injury from your last mission, he curses Steve in his head and grazes his fingers over your cheek. He see’s you twitch slightly at the touch and slowly but surely your eyes flutter open.

Steve stutters from somewhere, still frozen in shock “Y/N? ...Y/N please … I’m sorry. Shit!”

“Lang…” you begin to mutter but then you become distracted. Your eyes are suddenly locked to the blue ones close to your face, you become aware that Bucky is straddled over your waist, his fingers still on your cheek. A blush begins to creep over your face, you squirm slightly beneath him and a sharp hiss escapes your mouth.

“Don’t move doll” he says softly “I am just checking you over, I can’t see any broken bones, you might have a little concussion though. What’s my name?”

“James Buchanan Barnes or Bucky” You are starting to feel uneasy now, you feel the dull pain in your head but the sharp pains coming from your shoulder are worrying you. You cannot get over how close he is to you, the concern in his eyes and the softness of the cold metal fingers tracing over your left shoulder. A gasp escapes you lips.  “My shoulder hurts”. Bucky nods in understanding, he can’t help the guilt starting to wash over him, he still can’t believe that he let this happen to you… Your face is pale and twisted in pain and he knows that even though Steve had been sparring with you, it was ultimately his fault.  

“Buck, we need to get her to the Medbay for a check-up, now”. Steve snapped Bucky back from his thoughts. “This might hurt doll” as he removes himself from your waist, he crouches beside you, his arm slowly reaches under your back as the other catches up your knees. You scrunch your eyes as he begins to lift you, you try to hold back the cry escaping your lips but don’t succeed. The sharp noise pierces the two super soldiers around you, both feeling a stab of guilt travel through their bodies. “I’m sorry doll, so sorry”. Bucky places a soft kiss on your sweat glistened forehead as he carries you gently from the room, down the corridor and to the Medbay. Steve follows closely not taking is eyes off you.

Tony stares at the two men as they carry you over. “What the hell did you do now Barnes?” he snaps. Bucky moves his eyes away from Tony to you. You look so fragile in his arms, he should have protected you, he knew that. “Put her down there, let’s have a look at you kid” Tony’s tone softens as Bucky lowers you slowly to the nearest bed. “You can go now, both of you. I will look after her” he turns to look at you “I will have you up in no time kid”.

Bucky and Steve glance at you and start turning away. “No wait ...” You called them, wincing slightly as you tried to shift yourself to see them better. They look back at you. “We’ll be outside doll, the whole time. Just the other side of this door” he points “call us and we will be there, Ok?” His eyes have found you and you can see the pain and tension there. You nod, you instantly regret it as another sharp pain shoots from your shoulder, there is a quiet intake of air through your mouth. You know they both hear it, you can see it as their shoulders slump further into their bodies. “We are right here” Steve softly calls to you as they both turn and leave through the doors.

You watch as they leave, you blink away the tears in your eyes. “Right, now I am going to scan your shoulder to check whether Barnes has done further damage to your shoulder” “it wasn’t Buck, it was Steve. We were sparring” you interrupt him. Tony tenses a little bit. You know he still hasn’t forgiven Bucky for what happened at the HYDRA base a month ago, you try ignore the memories thinking about it brings up. “Well whoever then” Tony says tightly “I am going to warn you now this is going to hurt. I need to sit you up and lift your arm out so I can get a full scan”

You nod in understanding as his starts to move you. A loud scream escapes your mouth, the you feel a sharp scratch as Tony injects you with some painkillers, the pain coursing through your shoulder starts to numb slowly. You look at Tony as if to let him know he can carry on. Tony begins moving your arm and then moves the scanner in front of you.

Outside in the corridor, Bucky and Steve are beside themselves. They hear your scream. Steve starts to inspect the floor next to his left foot. Bucky on the other hand loses it.

“This is your fault you jackass, what were you thinking, you know she is still recovering, then you hit her straight in the chest anyway? What the fuck man?” Bucky doesn’t remember moving but he now has Steve pinned against the wall by the scruff of his shirt. His left hand smashed into the wall to the left of Steve’s head. Steve stays quiet, shocked, looking at his best friend, he doesn’t try to move. His eyes meet Bucky’s hard glare, he can see the fight Bucky is having in his head to keep control. Steve’s look softens, Bucky slowly pulls his metal arm out of the wall, keeping his right arm firmly pushing Steve against the wall. “I’m sorry Buck, it was a reflex, I saw her coming at me and defended.” Steve tries to rationalise his actions, he knows he should have been more careful considering the circumstances.

Bucky’s grip loosens. He knows this isn’t Steve’s fault. It’s his. He can’t protect you in the way he needs to. He feels useless. You mean so much to him, more than you know. He can’t believe how lucky he is that you fell into his life over a year ago. Tony had seen what things you were doing at SHIELD in the UK, he had pinched you from them and made you an Avenger.  Bucky and Steve had been training you up, he loved watching you as you trained and gained confidence. He had studied you intently as you began to relax more into your role, your personality had come out. You had a sense of humour and he couldn’t get enough of seeing you tease people with your sarcasm.

Of course, there was something else; you were gorgeous, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, you moved with grace and had smile that made his chest tighten. It hurt him to be away from you, he was like an excited kid on Christmas day, always up early, eager to see you. He had learnt in the first few weeks that you like to go for an early run in the gym followed by a smoothie afterwards. He made it one of his main goals in life to be around you every morning. Bucky had bumped into you one morning when coming back from the kitchen with some water; you were walking down the corridor with a towel slung over your shoulder, tying your hair up as you walked, revealing a small section of your toned stomach as your tank top crept up. This was something that Bucky kept in his thoughts, the thought of slowly removing your top to expose more of your golden skin excited him. He had politely said good morning and asked you where you were heading. You hadn’t seemed surprised when his door opened the next morning as you walked past nor taken a back when he asked if he could join you in the gym. From then on you had been inseparable, you hung out all the time, watched movies together, you had been growing closer by the day. You would playfully argue with him about where to get lunch and tease him about his struggles with modern technology.

Steve had noticed how happy Bucky had become, the happiest he had seen him in since joining the team. Steve had a sneaky suspicion that Bucky was harbouring some pretty strong feelings for you, he saw Bucky snake his arms around you as he watched a film with you. He noticed how Bucky would look at you when you laughed or when you played with his hair. Steve had also noticed the way you looked at Bucky when you thought no one was watching. He watched as you waited for Bucky to return from a mission, you would nervously bite your bottom lip and twiddle your fingers anxiously. Bucky would call you on the way back from every mission and Steve would notice the grin and light that crept into your eyes. He knew that you felt the same way as Bucky.

Bucky let go of Steve fully now and dropped his head. He couldn’t stop the shaking that had started within him. Steve wrapped an arm around Bucky. “This isn’t your fault, you can’t beat yourself up about this. She is good at her job and she knows the risks around it. She wanted to start training again, you can’t wrap her in cotton wool Buck”

“I know Stevie, it’s just I can’t get the image of her on that last mission. Covered in blood, her shoulder smashed to pieces. That was my fault, she got hurt protecting me. I’ve let her down and she is still hurting because of it. I don’t deserve her; how could she love someone like me. I can’t even keep her ...” Bucky’s voice faltered, tears began rolling down his face.

“Buck, do you love her?” Steve questioned softly, he gripped Bucky’s shoulder softly. Bucky looked up at him and nodded slowly. A smile tugged at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “You need to tell her how you feel. She doesn’t blame you for any of it you know. She told me she would have done that for anyone. I know Y/N, she will be absolutely fine in a few hours, I think you and her need to chat. There are some things you need to sort out.” Steve fell silent, looking for a reaction. Bucky suddenly stood up he walked to the doors glanced in. He saw Y/N sat up, she had regained some of the colour in her face and was chatting away to Tony who was still inspecting the scans he had just carried out.

Buck turned back to Steve “don’t let her go anywhere, I will be right back”. Steve watched as Bucky darted off down the corridor towards the elevator. Steve’s head snapped back when he heard the doors open, Tony glared at him. “You idiot, what were you thinking Rodgers? You could have done some serious damage to the kid” “Tony leave them alone, let them come in now” you called from the bed. Steve entered. You looked around for Bucky but couldn’t see him, you couldn’t hide the disappointment as the question formed on your lips. “He will be right back Y/N” Steve stopped you as you the words had started to form in your mouth. You sigh and twirled a few loose strand of hair around your finger. You noticed that Steve was staring at your shoulder “It’s fine Steve, we were training.  I shouldn’t have rushed back into training”. “You’re lucky Rogers, no sign of further trauma, will just be a bit sore” Tony said handing you an icepack to hold on your shoulder. “Stay here for 30 minutes with that on, then you can go, you’re not concussed but I just want FRIDAY to monitor you for a bit. Then you’re free to go”. You glanced at him and smiled, he was like a father figure to you. He was similar to your father who had passed 5 years ago, so immediately you had formed a bond with him when you arrived. You could spend hours with him whilst he tinkered with his cars and suits, you had even helped him design your suit. Your mind had drifted and when you became aware of coldness begin to sooth your shoulder your attention snapped back.

Tony said his goodbyes and muttered about being late for dinner with Pepper. Steve stayed with you. “Once Bucky is back I am going to head off, I have a mission to prep for, Buck will look after you. I am really sorry Y/N, I should have been more careful”. You shifted, groaning slightly as you moved your uninjured arm around him, placed a soft kiss on his check and muttered in his ear “it’s fine Steve, no harm done. I’ll get you back next time”. Steve chuckled at this and pulled you gently into a hug.

Both of you heard the door close and quickly separated. Bucky was stood there, he had a smoothie in his hand. You saw some unknown emotion flash over his face and then it was gone. He looked at you and started walking over. “Sorry to interrupt, are you alright?” he said in a low voice. “It’s alright Buck, I’m fine” you replied a little confused. “Just a bit sore, nothing some rest won’t fix” you added. You licked your lips at the smoothie “is that for me?” He nodded and handed the smoothie to you; his eyes didn’t leave yours and you felt a heat move across your face. Finally, as you took a sip of the drink you tore your eyes from his.

“Ok, I am off then” Steve said suddenly as he stood up. “Sorry again Y/N, you should be able to go soon though, see you later Buck. Will leave you to it” You weren’t sure whether you were missing something, but Bucky shot a quick look at Steve who smirked slightly as he left.

“This is delicious Buck, thank you” Bucky’s attention was back on you at these words, he smiled briefly. “I mean it, thank you for helping me today as well, you’re always there for me and I love hanging out with you, hell I think I …” You were stopped before you could finish, a pair of soft lips touched yours. He was so gentle, he pulled back slowly searching for your eyes, his fingers slowly pulled your chin up to meet his gaze. He looked torn, you could see him licking his lips and then he pulled back “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t get in the way of you and Stevie”. You were shocked, you had gone from blissfully happy to finally have his lips on yours, something you had been yearning for since the first day you met him, to hurt. “Steve?” you stammered “nothing is going on between me and Steve, are absolutely mad! Are you blind? Bucky urgh you are so infuriating sometimes!” Bucky didn’t know what to say, what did she mean ‘are you blind’? He quickly brushed aside the heat he could feel swelling in him, God you looked so beautiful when you were angry. “I saw you together when I came in. Clearly you feel something for him?”. “Friendship Bucky that’s it, me and Steve are friends, you’re so oblivious, aren’t you?” you snapped back. You swung your legs off the bed, wincing slightly. You ignored the worry on Bucky’s face and left without saying a word.

Bucky was stood, horror struck. He wanted to follow you but couldn’t tell his feet to move. What had he done?

[2018shawn]

prohibited | th x oc

If you grab a dictionary and look up the word ‘inconvenience’,

you’ll find Tom Holland’s name printed in huge, bold letters.

a/n: I would like to start by saying tysm to @hollandstom​ for the first amazing most lovely feedback on the intro but ty all SO much for the love 🥰 I hope this lives up to expectations and it’s a bit EHH until we get into it but yoooo let’s enjoy the calm before the storm shall we ..... also on another note, I obviously do not know how contracts work although I do know they can be hella intense and I'm only using Sony as a fictional base for this fic. nothing I say resembles real life oK fanFICTION

warnings: possibly some swearing????

word count: 3.7k

previous: read the intro here

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Evie stood behind her desk, hands on hips in the most defeated manner, asking herself mentally where she should begin. As quick as things came to her mind, they went again, leaving her to do nothing but sigh and slump into her leather, office chair. Pull yourself together, Evie Jones, she thought to herself and she wasn’t actually entire sure she hadn't said it aloud. Her mind wandered back to ten minutes earlier, and how she felt like she had a pair of eyes burning into her at all times. It made her shift awkwardly in her converse, mumbling some stupid excuse to be able to leave the room and come back to the safety of her own office. 

The excuse was not a lie, Evie thought, because she really did have to get this contract in full swing - if she had learnt who Spiderman was, the whole world would soon know. Of course they wouldn't know through her - she was pretty sure she’d get eliminated of the face of the earth if she shard half the stuff she’d ever learnt whilst working at SPE. In reality, she was a model employee; she gave her life to the company, she’d lost relationships over the company, she’d even lost friends over the company but now she looks back at it, if they didn’t understand then they didn't really count. Ironically, in Evie’s own contract of work, she is not to discuss any internal information with anyone outside of the company. She wasn’t even really supposed to discuss internal information with anyone inside the company if she could help it. Especially not to Lindsay on 6th floor.

She pulled up her draft contracts folder on her huge Mac screen, her finger tapping away on the mouse like she was a robot on steroids, because she could find her files in her sleep. She could see the usual workers passing by her office through the large glass wall that overlooked the main floor, although she tried not to distract herself from the task she’d set out to do. She imagined that Paris was still in the conference room, spilling her usual word vomit with Miles laughing along beside her like the dangerous duo they were. She felt bad for leaving, really, even Michael insisted she stay and celebrate the exciting news, telling her that the contract stuff would still be there in the morning. Evie knew, of course, that if the contract stuff wasn't on his desk by 9am sharpish, she’d have the day from hell and he’d be nagging at her all day long. She would also officially kiss goodbye to her weekend. 

A tap on her door prised her eyes away from her screen, her pen dangling from her mouth like it always would be. She froze when she looked through the clear glass wall, instantly recognising the navy blue shirt and the body that it adorned. “is he lost? what did I do? what has Paris said now?” were just some of the brief thoughts that flowed through her mind as she wheeled back in her chair, preparing herself to stand. Her fingers smoothed over her pastel yellow outfit as she walked over to the door, putting on her best business smile in an attempt to try cover her nerves. 

Tom had forgotten in ten minutes just how incredibly beautiful she was. He noticed how she had a pen hanging from her mouth like she had done in the conference room. It also made him notice how perfectly white her teeth were and he questioned if she was the movie star. “Mr Holland, how can I help?” She spoke more confidently than she felt, that was for sure. He wouldn’t have ever guessed that she had butterflies in her stomach, times one thousand, and was only holding onto the door because her legs felt like jelly. 

“You, uh, disappeared, just wanted to make sure you was okay?” In all honesty, he had no idea what he was going to say until he opened his mouth. He'd muttered to himself the whole journey from the conference room, repeating all the different ways you can say hello, but when he starting saying hola and bonjour to himself, he called it quits and decided to just go with whatever fell from his mouth - which for Tom, was always a risky move. 

If Evie didn’t think her heart could beat any faster, she was wrong. “That’s so kind thank you,” play it cool, Evie, play. it. cool. “I’m so fine though, thank you, I just have to get started on some stuff.”

Toms lips formed into the shape of an ‘o’ and he wondered if he looked like a 100% certified loser, or just 75% loser and 25% nice guy. Evie thought he was 200% adorable. “Oh okay, great. I mean not great about the work, but, great that you’re okay.” He shuffled awkwardly, squinting his eyes shut and correcting himself throughout the sentence. 

Evie giggled innocently and he didn’t doubt for one second that it was the nicest sound he’d ever heard. “Yeah, apparently some big ass movie star needs some very important contracts drafting up.” 

He scoffed, “God, those movie stars sure do sound awful.” She loved how his cheeks grew as he smiled, flashing what she thought to be a perfect smile. They’d have to battle it out for that crown at a later date. “Let me know if there's anything you need, anything at all.” 

“Thank you, Mr Holland. I’m sure we’ll be contacting you through the company more than enough times.” She didn’t know if she should invite him into her office, but she decided against it; she couldn’t have speculations about Tom Holland coming into her office just like Tom Hardy followed Lindsay into the ladies toilets. 

“Please, just call me Tom. Mr Holland sounds so...” He pulled his lips to the side as he thought of a description, “dad.”

His ears filled yet again with the sound of her contagious laugh, making his heart beat in a way he’d never experienced before. He wanted her to invite him in, but after already hunting down her office - he swears he just so happened to walk past - he didn't want to come of a total creep. “Okay, Tom. I’ll be sure to get in contact with your team if I need anything.” 

“Do you have a pen and paper?” He didn’t even think as the words came out his mouth, they just came. 

“Uh...” She was confused, sure, but who was she to reject someones orders? I mean, technically she kinda works for him too now. “Sure, come in.” She opened the door wider before turning to return to her desk, leaving Tom in the doorway, awkwardly following her in like he was entering his first ever girlfriend’s bedroom. Oh how he wishes it was her bedroom. 

Evie grabbed the note block she kept next to her office phone, mentally reminding herself to get a new one from the supply cupboard because she was almost out of pages, and pushed it towards Tom. She also grabbed a pen from the pot, making sure to pick one she hadn’t almost chewed the end off because that would just be pure embarrassment. She tried not to stare at him, biting the inside of her cheek as she tried focusing on her computer screen instead. All she was met with was his name typed up in bold letters anyway - which is just how far she’d got with the contract, so she wasn’t escaping him even if she tried. 

Tom stuck his tongue out in habit as he scribbled onto the pad, finally ripping off the top page and returning the ink pen back to the pen pot. “Let’s not bother going through my team, I live with my assistant so it’s probably just as easy to call me” he began, handing over the small, square piece of paper and she took it, eyes furrowing as her eyes wandered over his scribbled writing, a line of numbers joining together.

“Mr- Tom. Tom.” She repeated, fumbling her words and palms getting sweaty. “This is a lovely thought, but I can’t give my number away to clients, it’s a breach of-”

“There's our movie star!” Michael’s voice boomed through the entire floor, both Evie and Tom’s heads turning to face where he was walking up to Evie’s office and she thought she might as well pack her belongings now. 

Tom turned back to Evie before Michael could enter the room, lowering his tone and volume  of voice as he spoke again. “You’re not giving me your number, I'm giving you mine.” Evie shoved the paper into her desk drawer as Michael got closer, knowing she’d be straight out the door if there was any suspicion of inappropriate behaviour between her and said client. Tom turned back towards her boss flashing an innocent smile that everyone knew could get him out of anything, “I was just asking Evie for directions to the bathroom. That champagne...” he laughed, waving his hand from his chest and flicking it down to his legs to signal it had gone straight through him. Damn, he is a good actor, she thought. Before he fully left the room, he rolled his eyes at Michael, which only made Evie laugh under her breath knowing first hand how much her boss could over do his conversations. She returned to her buttoned leather chair, pulling herself back up to the desk and mentally preparing herself to write more official documentation. Tom turned to her one last time before leaving the room, stopping at the doorway for a brief moment allowing Michael to go storming ahead of him. As they met eye contact for the final time that day, she smiled and he returned the expression, letting his eye drop into a smooth wink before vanishing from her view and if there was a brown paper bag in her desk drawer she’d be using it right now to try and help her from hyperventilating.

Friday, 9AM, the pre-contract contract was on Michael Stud’s desk and Evie hoped her tired eyes didn’t give away the fact that she’d worked hard all night trying to piece it together. She says she was working hard, but in reality, she couldn’t help but google the handsome man she was actually writing about. When she found herself scrolling through his brothers’ instagram pages, only clicking on the pictures where Tom could be seen, she decided she needed to snap herself out of it and threw her phone across her bed, trying to resist the urge to pick it up for the rest of the night. 

Friday, 9AM, across London City, Tom was just awaking in his own home, trudging downstairs and finding Harrison sat at the table with a bowl of coco pops and a warm cup of coffee. His mind was running with thoughts and he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been checking his phone more than normal to see if Evie had taken up his offer of getting in contact. He hopes he wasn’t too pushy but he also hopes he wasn’t too formal, because he sucked ass at letting girls know he’s into them. He knew, of course, it was a cheeky move of him to slide her his number, but in the 2 minutes he'd spent talking to her in that conference room, he already trusted her more that most business persons he’d ever met. And that meant a lot to him. 

He poured himself a tea, coffee not really his first choice of hot drink, because the brit in him screamed out treason. His phone lay face down on the table, opposite from where Harrison sat, scrolling though his own device, most probably checking what’s new on instagram. Tom’s phone pinged with a message tone and before Harrison could even raise his eyes, Tom was pacing over and picking up the cell, sighing and throwing it back down again when it wasn't an unknown number and just another one of his brothers pestering him about going golfing. “Jheeeez,” Harrison exhaled, “I know you’re a big superhero now an’ all that but we can’t be buying you new phones every time some girl hasn’t text you.”

Tom rolled his eyes, slumping into his seat and letting his head fall onto his knuckles, face squishing up in annoyance. “Shut up bro.”

“It’s been less that 24 hours, you’re being a lil’ bitch, I'm just saying.” Harrison held his hands up in defence before returning to his food and social media scrolling and Tom hated how he was right. 

The other side of Town, Evie was taking notes from her boss of all the details she needed to change in the agreement. She wasn’t perfect at her job, but she was a perfectionist. She welcomed any form of criticism to do whatever it took to make her work better, and Michael knew that, which is one of the first things he loved about having her as an employee. “And finally, section 2... 4.2.” He let Evie catch up, flicking through her stapled document until she found the relevant page. Section 2.4 was one of the sections she hated writing most about because it felt intrusive and a breach of personal knowledge, but in this industry - and like Michael says, if you want something to be successful - it has to be done. “Client shall not appear personally involved with immediate Sony Picture Entertainment staff... scrap that and change it to any staff under the Sony Umbrella.” Evie shot him a look and gulped hard. They really upping the stakes here, huh she thought to herself, trying to hide her expression as she scribbled it out on her copy, scrawling a bunch of words to remind her to replace it. 

Evie left the office at 11.58am, just in time for dinner but when she went back to her desk and saw the flood of emails in her inbox, she sighed, waving goodbye to any dinner she may have potentially had. Thank god - otherwise known as Maria - for the extra piece of bacon in this morning. 

The hours blended into one until the lights in the office started dimming, as Evie continued to tap away at her keyboard, only stopping to fill her coffee mug back up, which she almost managed to spill all over the cleaner when she failed to see the hoover cord trailing across the office floor. Michael had made it very clear that this contract needed to be finished and signed with immediate effect. Tom was proving to be quite the asset to SPE already and now Marvel had leaked the news sooner than estimated, she could only imagine the stress that the bosses were under.

She let out a long yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand before she brought her coffee mug up to her lips, wincing at the burning liquid hitting her tongue. “How are we getting along, Miss Jones?” Michael appeared in the doorway, and she knew he was stressed, just because of the fact he was here at 7pm on a Friday evening. 

“It’s getting there, Sir. Just a few final tweaks and it shall be done. Is Donna doing the contract exchange as per normal?” She asked, switching her eyes between her boss and the computer screen throughout the conversation. 

“About that...” he walked further into the room and she noticed it was one of the only times she’d seen him without a suit jacket, only a crisp white shirt tucked into his tailored trousers. “Evie, you know you’re an amazing employee.” Evie laughed as Michaels playful side came out, only rarely making an appearance when it was absolutely necessary.

“I try my best, sir.” She was modest, but honest. 

“Donna has had to go out of London with a family emergency and although the timing isn’t great, her family is priority right now.” Evie nodded, biting the inside of her cheek as Michael got to the details. “So, Tom and his team spoke highly of you after yesterday’s meeting and I really think you’d be a good substitute for Donna. Whatever you did to him yesterday, keep doing because they couldn’t help but sing your praises.”

Evie’s hands expanded with sweat, heart beating at the mention of Tom, even though she’d been writing about him all evening, after sorting through the mile long list of emails this afternoon. “Thats very kind. But I was just simply me, Mr Stud. I’m glad I represented well.”

“I know this is a big ask, and is slightly below your pay grade, but would you be interested in carrying out the exchange?” He asked. “I can make it worth your while and consider your birthday week off fully paid...”

She thought to herself; the thought of seeing Tom again made her feel like a giddy school girl, but at the same time, even though it was way below her pay grade, it showed extra willing and dedication to progression within the business in the future. She felt nervous at the thought, she’d carried out a few contract signings in the past, but none of this scale with such pressure riding on her shoulders. “Of course, anything to help.”

Michael looked relieved with her reply, which only helped to make her feel that she’d made the right decision. “I have another favour to add to the request...” He trailed off, squinting his face up as he felt like he was pushing his look, even if he did run the place. Evie smiled and nodded, not really sure what to expect, but whatever it was, she definitely did not expect what did come out of his mouth. 

“I need the papers signing tonight.”

With a final copy of the contract in hand, Michael having signed it before he managed to escape the SPE building for the weekend, Evie was left tucked in her office. He'd left her with the relevant numbers and information and by the time he’d finally left her office, it was almost 7.30, which was most definitely not a business hour but needs, must. She sent the relevant email to the relevant people, informing them the contract signing needed to take place, and to pass the information onto the client if at all possible. She knew she was basically stabbing in the dark, because normal people didn’t work at this hour, but this was by far a normal industry. 

A long 20 minutes passed, not one email ping filling the sound of her dreadfully quiet room. In the meantime, she triple checked her contract, tried freshening up her appearance and drank an extra cup of coffee. Evie’s eyes scanned over the list of relevant contacts that her boss had left her with, her name focusing in on Harrison Osterfield. She was sure he was the assistant that Tom lived with, and after some (very professional) social media research, her theory was confirmed. She toyed with the idea of sending an email, but given her recent luck with that, she opted for a phone call, even though she got severe anxiety over speaking on the phone. 

Hi, Mr. Osterfield, it’s Evie Jones from Sony. I’m extremely sorry to bother you at this hour but my boss has requested an exchange of contracts to go ahead, especially with Marvel releasing the news so soon. It would be very much appreciated if you could give me a call back on this number and hopefully we can arrange a suitable meeting, thank you. Hopefully speak soon. 

Her tone was cheery, and Tom smiled as the voicemail played aloud in their living room. Harrison rolled his eyes at his best friend as he picked up the work phone, ending the call screen that illuminated the device. “Mate, you have to ignore it!” Tom exclaimed, throwing his hands up theatrically as he paced around the room. 

“Oh yeah, that will go down like a sack of shit! I'm your assistant as well as your best friend, Tom. I can’t ignore work calls!” Tom had already made him let the phone continuously ring, letting it go to voicemail in order to see who it was. 

“But if you ignore it... she’ll definitely remember I gave her my number and...” Tom twiddled his fingers with one another, before letting them disperse like an erupt volcano. “BOOM.”

“Are you trying to get the poor girl sacked?” Harrison laughed, continuing on his phone regardless of Tom’s request. Tom gave up, defeated and acting very much like a child who didn’t get his own way. He slumped into the sofa, picking up the playstation controller to resume his game, all of course after taking a much needed gulp of beer. “I’ve been on the toilet. Haven’t seen my phone. And I'm back in the room in 10 minutes.” Harrison agreed, only wanting his best friends’ pining to come to a stop and if that meant giving the girl 10 minutes to hopefully drop him a message, then so be it. Tom laughed successfully as Harrison joined him on the sofa, picking up the second controller and continuing their brutal game.

Over at SPE, Evie’s fingers tapped repeatedly on her desk, adjusting the wallpaper on her Mac for the fifth time as she waited for a response. She was tempted to ring her boss, explain the lack of conversation with Tom’s team, but that means admitting she’s failed at the first hurdle. And then suddenly she remembers, Tom’s number. But she can’t, surely? If Harrison wasn’t replying then surely Tom wouldn’t either and she’d just look stupid, not to mention be at risk of losing her job. But then she’d probably lose her job if she didn’t get this stupid paperwork signed so, if there was a best option, she didn’t know which one it was. Her hand pulls open the desk drawer, seeing the crumpled up note he’d scribbled on yesterday and she toyed with the idea of picking it up, binning it, or pretending it never existed it. Unlike what normal Evie would do in a situation like this, she picked it up, and began typing the number into a blank message on her phone. If she was going to get fired, she was going to get fired for reaching out to Tom Holland and what could possibly go wrong?

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @theharellan ty so much! tagging: if you read this entire post I’m tagging you

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated 

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. Velanna is minor enough there isn’t a lot of talk about her either way (and I get it, given she’s a dlc character from Origins it’s understandable not as many people even know her), but I definitely see more dislike towards her than appreciation.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. Honestly do not know! I have seen Debates about her personality and actions, but I don’t recall seeing people comment on her looks.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. Not particularly as far as I’ve seen, though I haven’t seen people say she’s weak either. Tbf given her introduction has you investigating murders that no one seems to think were caused by a single person and she literally turns a forest against those who pass through it, I think it’s hard to deny she is strong, though.

Are they underrated?  YES! / NO / IDK. Like I said, there’s very little talk about her at all, and very little appreciation. Velanna deserves more love c’:

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO. She isn’t relevant for the story of any of the main games, given she isn’t even in any of them askdjfnskndf She is relevant to Awakening’s story, given she causes some trouble on the road to Amaranthine, and that’s how you meet her. You can kill her on that encounter, though, so for the rest of it she’s not essential (but killing her is boring guys why would you)

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. In a way, since she’s causing some of the problems the Warden-Commander has to solve. Other than that, it truly depends on how you play it.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. Nope. Just a Dalish gal who became a Grey Warden.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. I lean towards neutral because Velanna isn’t a widely discussed character either way, but I would say it leans towards bad. Many people dislike her actions, and many more dislike her for her harsh ways towards the PC in the beginning (a non-dalish PC, that is). Velanna is very opinionated and angry and a lot of people seem to think that makes her annoying. A bad take imo but I think that’s pretty obvious dkfasndkfjanskdfjn

How strictly do you follow canon?  — For the most part I follow it, only expanding it for what we haven’t seen and filling the blanks. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  —  I don’t know how to sell her to others so I will just talk a bit about what made her interesting to me. When you meet her, she’s so angry she’s been terrorizing the road and nearby villages so much people don’t even know what (what, not who) is responsible for the bloodshed. If you don’t bother to get to know her, it’s easy to think she’s just the anger, but if you do, eventually you learn a lot that might not justify her actions but makes them understandable, and that she’s so much more than Angry™. Velanna cares so much! For the Dalish, and preserving their magic and culture; for her clan, in spite of the fact her sister was the only friend she ever had; for her Keeper, even though they parted on bad terms; for Seranni, even after she chooses to leave with the Darkspawn instead of leaving with her. She’s outspoken and a great defender of her people, but not in a blind or arrogant way, and not in a way that causes her to inherently resent humans (it’s not history that causes that, but her own experience with having humans act violent against her clan and prefer to destroy the land to drive them away than attempt peaceful coexistence). She’s not driven by personal retribution, but by a relentless pursuit of justice that indeed is twisted into something more akin to vengeance. She acts on anger but she learns to be better. She’s been an outcast all her life, well before becoming the only Dalish in her group of Wardens, and she learned to be harsh to defend herself. She’s not easy to love, but she’s capable of loving deeply, and her loyalty to those dear to her is unwavering. She can be harsh because she’s so used to keeping people away in self defense, even if she’s lonely, even if it’s clear all it takes to get past that is treating her with kindness and respect. Velanna has a good heart, but that doesn’t mean she’s only capable of good.

In game, her growth depends on the PC of course, but the way I see it (and write her) there is no reason why her connections to other characters, such as Sigrun and Nathaniel, wouldn’t be just as important for it. They allow her to see beyond her anger, to move past her resent, and to stop judging people as if they were all equally bad. She goes from someone terrorizing humans in a forest and nearby road to someone who selflessly stands to defend them, even should it cost her own life. She goes from joining the Wardens as a means to finding her sister to actually taking on the role and its duties, not just as in fighting the darkspawn, but in being a protector.

And the way she values history, but not just the actual facts, the tales and legends and culture, how she understands their place as something of great importance definitely helped a lot in endearing her to me. According to Velanna, "Stories connect us to our past. They shape a people in profound ways. Without them, we are lost.” and I think about that a lot you know? It really gets to me c’:

Also she’s an awesome powerful mage who could and has killed a man (uh many men actually) but who blushes and stutters if you call her pretty because what are compliments she is not prepared to deal with those

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — Velanna killed people so she’s evil and deserves no forgiveness ever (which isn’t always similarly applied to other characters BUT ANYWAYS). She’s angry and mean towards the protagonist and because of that she’s not cool. She’s whining about the Dalish all the time too so she’s just annoying. Also I never tried to talk to her and often don’t even leave her alive after the Wending Wood. aidsnfkajsdnfkjn seriously though, I can see why people might not like her, as she isn’t made to be likable initially and you gotta get past that to get to the more interesting bits. Velanna is indeed very much tied to her Dalish background, as it is not only her culture and origin, but also a great motivator for her actions, and often even the means through which you get to know her, so if you’re not interested in the Dalish I guess she wouldn’t be an interesting character (but imo, it’s only natural her culture is so important to who she is, given her background and her own feelings about her people. she’s so proud of her heritage, even if being part of that people makes her a target for no other reason than prejudice. even then, she’s so proud of it and so ready to fight for and defend her people and speak and stand for them! I just love her a lot but ok I realize I should be talking about why people might not like her so let’s get back to that). She’s not funny, she’s not friendly, and she’s actually rather angry and outspoken, and I feel like that ends up pushing her to the more ‘controversial’ side instead of being part of the popular or likable characters.  

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  Literally just played Awakening and ended up like OH I WANNA WRITE ONE OF THEM and I wasn’t sure about who. It wasn’t clear to me, at least, so I ended up thinking about them and at first I was like hm maybe Nathaniel, but it didn’t feel right even though he was the first one I thought I wanted to write. So I thought about Velanna, and the more I thought about her the more invested I became so I was like yeah that���s the one and added her here aksjdnfkjasndf

The first thing that got me really invested in her while playing was the conversation you have with her when you gift her the diary. I just really love her talking about the Dalish and preserving what they have and how important and meaningful stories are. That said, the moment I met her in the Wending Wood I immediately wanted to get to know her. 

I’m just a big fan of elves in case you guys haven’t noticed yet asksjnfsjkdnfkdjfn

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  replaying DA, but specially Awakening, Dragon Age content in general, discussing her with others (talking about my muses is always very helpful to me in that sense), and honestly, others being interested on her too. Discussions about the Dalish or headcanons or other people discussing Dragon Age and their respective characters also help my motivation too tbh! I’m always the slowest to answer to anything, but that’s just how I always am. Those are all things that keep my love for her alive, and thus great part of my inspiration for her.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I TRY!

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? when the inspiration hits I literally cannot shut up

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. I’m usually more about them 5 page headcanons and threads and ask answers than drabbles 

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO. she lives in my head rent free (as do most if not all of my muses tbh askdfnaksdf)

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF?

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Depends but not usually askndfkajs

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO / SORTA.

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  Depends on what that criticism is and if I asked for it? aksjdfnkjfn I do ask about my portrayals sometimes, and in that case I’m open to constructive criticism --- if there’s something you think I could do better and you can explain why in a nice way, I’ll definitely listen (though I may disagree, so there’s that). But if it comes down to rudeness or ‘you’re not writing her like I think she is’ then well that’s not my problem, I write her how I understand and interpret her. 

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  I LOVE THEM! Send me questions about my muses literally any time I absolutely love them!! 

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Depends, again. I’m not against discussing it, hearing what other people have to say and why they disagree (and if they say they disagree, I’d probably want to know why), but ultimately, again, it’s my portrayal so it might just be a case of seeing things differently. Like I said, I don’t mind discussing it, though. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  As to this, I just honestly expect people to act the same way I act when I disagree with someone’s portrayal, which is just moving on with my life and not interacting kasjafksdnfjk

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  Depends. They don’t have to like the character, but if it influences IC interactions or if it’s just people who hate a character getting off of bashing them through IC interactions even if it doesn’t make sense that’s a no for me. I don’t like seeing people hating on characters I love, but people are free to do post what they will. If there’s a tag and I can block it that’s fine by me, if it isn’t tagged I’m likely to unfollow.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  If it’s done politely I don’t mind. English is not my first language and learning about errors is a way to improve, to me.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  I think? For the most part? I do tend to get defensive over characters I love and asks that aren’t clear in tone and come across not so nicely (OOC asks, I mean), but other than that I think I’m pretty chill? Idk though you guys tell me aksnkajdsfnkjan

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Chapter Seven

Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1878

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this one! :) (picture credit)

“What else do we need?” Tyler asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at the grocery list that was in your hands.

“Chips, salad, and you specifically requested that we get cookies. After that, we should have everything on this list.”

Although today was supposed to be your lazy day, you and Tyler had decided to go out and run some errands. It was something that the two of you enjoyed doing together, even if it wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world.

“Where should we start?”

“The chips and cookies are right down here, so let’s get those out of the way.”

Tyler turned your cart down the aisle and headed towards the chips. You had barely gotten a few steps into the aisle when two teenage girls turned in your direction, their eyes going wide.

“Oh my god, it’s Tyler Joseph,” one of them said quickly before throwing a hand over her mouth.

The two girls exchanged a look before walking towards you. Tyler was already running a hand through his hair, trying to make it look less like he had spent the night before heavily drinking and just rolled out of bed to run errands, even though that was exactly what he had done.

“Can we get a picture?” one of them asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Tyler smiled.

You held out your hand for the girl’s phone, already knowing where this scenario was going; it was one that you had been in countless times before. Tyler wrapped his arms around each of the girls and smiled in your direction which, even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at you, made you smile a little. After taking a couple good pictures, you passed the phone back to its owner.

“Thank you so much,” she smiled at you. “You’re so pretty, by the way.”

Your eyebrows raised, having not expected that compliment. “Thank you, you are too.”

The girl’s smile grew even more as she turned to her friend. They quickly walked off, already whispering excitedly to one another. Tyler once again leaned on the cart, slowly beginning to push it forward once again.

“Who’s the celebrity now?” he smiled, giving your arm a nudge.

“The only reason I have even an ounce of fame is because I’m dating you,” you said.

“Fame is still fame, no matter how you get it.”

“Whatever. Just pick out your cookies, Joseph.”

You went a little further down the aisle to grab some chips while Tyler looked over his cookie options. It usually took him a little while to decide, so you took your time picking out some chips to keep around the house as well.

“I’ve got it!” Tyler announced triumphantly, holding up his selected cookies. He was loud enough that you were sure people a couple aisles over would hear him too. “I want these ones.”

You shook your head; sometimes you were amazed by how little some of Tyler’s mannerisms had changed since high school.

“Ok, put them in the cart.”

Tyler gently put the cookies into the cart among the rest of your groceries and then pushed the cart down towards you, lightly bumping you with it. You turned to him with a smile.

“What do you think? Tortilla chips?” you asked.

Tyler walked around the cart so that he was standing next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist. You couldn’t resist turning to look at him while he considered chip options. There was something about his thinking face that you found, well, adorable.

“I think tortilla chips are good,” he nodded, turning to you. “Oh, hi, I didn’t realize your face was that close.”

“Sorry, just admiring you again,” you smiled before grabbing the chips and adding them to the cart with the rest.

“Dork,” Tyler laughed. “Alright, what’s next?”

*     *     *

When the groceries were finally put away, you and Tyler got comfortable on the couch to watch some TV for awhile. You were quick to rest your head in Tyler’s lap and start scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. Tyler, however, was paying close attention to something on his phone.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked, looking up at him.

No answer. You waited a few more seconds to see if he would say anything before you went back to scrolling. He was probably just distracted. After another ten seconds of silence, you gave up on asking for his opinion.

When you finally found a show that looked good, you turned to Tyler again. His eyes were moving quickly across his phone screen, one hand pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. You waited a little longer to see if he would come to a stop, but he didn’t.

“Hey, Ty?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think of this show?”

Tyler’s eyes barely flicked up to the TV for a second before they were back on his phone. “Yeah, looks good.”

You weren’t entirely convinced by his approval of the show, but decided not to push the matter. Whatever he was reading was obviously important, and you didn’t want to start an argument over a Netflix show. Instead, you hit play and made yourself comfortable on his legs again.

“I’m going to need you to move.”

You were only a few minutes into the TV show when Tyler said it. Confused, you turned to look at him. He had finally stopped reading for the first time since he had picked his phone up, but it was still in his hand. His comment took you back a little bit, Tyler rarely asked you to stop cuddling with him.

“Um, ok,” you said, pushing yourself up to a sitting position and scooting away from him.

“I’m sorry. The label sent a really long email about stuff coming up this week but they got it wrong, so now I’m going to have to get this all sorted out.”

“Oh.” You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. It seemed the lazy day you had planned to spend with Tyler was quickly being flipped on its head. “That’s ok.”

“I’ll still sit and watch TV with you, I’ll just have to be on my computer while we do it.”

“Ok.”

Tyler leaned over and kissed you before getting up to grab his laptop from the office. You forced a smile and decided to make yourself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch since cuddling wouldn’t really be an option if Tyler was having to send emails. At least he would still be at home and close to you.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

*     *     *

You had been watching TV for a couple hours and Tyler was still working away at his laptop, sending out emails and coordinating with various companies to figure out what was wrong. The TV show you picked had ended up being super interesting, although you weren’t even sure that Tyler knew the plot at this point. You had barely seen him look up from his computer once this entire time.

“Are you getting close to finishing, Ty?” you asked.

“I have no idea,” he said, his tone harsher than you had been expecting. “I’m trying to get this done as quickly as I can, but new emails are coming in faster than I can keep up.”

“Ok, sorry I asked.”

You tried to focus your attention back on the TV show, but you couldn’t quite get yourself to pay attention. Your mind kept replaying Tyler’s reaction to your question. You hadn’t meant to upset him with it, yet he had snapped at you for wanting to know when you would actually get to spend some quality time with him. That had been the original plan, after all.

The more you thought about your exchange with Tyler, the more frustrated you started to become. Eventually it was too much for you to keep inside, so you paused the show and practically stormed upstairs so that you could get some of your restless energy out without bothering Tyler. You hated getting into arguments with him and the longer you stayed downstairs and let your frustration grow, the more likely it was that you would end up snapping at him. Up here, you could let yourself calm down and think through the situation.

You couldn’t have been pacing your bedroom for more than a few minutes before Tyler joined you upstairs. He practically burst through the door of the bedroom, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he laid eyes on you.

“I couldn’t find you anywhere downstairs… thought you might have left without me noticing,” he said.

You held back a sigh. Him not noticing what you were up to was half of the problem, wasn’t it?

“I was just up here.”

“Are you ok?”

You began to chew on your lower lip, debating if you should even tell him why you were upset. He was already stressed enough as it was and you didn’t want to add to that, but you knew he would also want to know if he had done something wrong.

“Not really.”

He came closer to you now, only leaving a foot or two of space between you until he had an ok to get closer.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… I don’t know, I’m frustrated, I guess.”

“About what?”

“We were just supposed to have this nice lazy day today,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “and then of course the label had to email you and you had to work anyway. And I don’t want to be mad because I know it’s important, but it stings a little bit when our plans get ruined like this.”

Tyler reached up and ran a hand through his hair, twirling it around his fingers at the end.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“What if I make you a deal?” he asked. “I’ll work for another hour or so and then once it’s time to make dinner, I’ll stop. Even if there’s more to be done, I’ll save it for tomorrow and we can just spend the entire night together. How does that sound?”

You nodded, “I like that idea.”

He reached out and put his hands on your arms, “I promise that I want to make it up to you however I can. I know work takes up a lot of my time, but you’re still my first priority at the end of the day.”

Tyler stepped closer so that he could press a soft kiss to your forehead. The small gesture made you smile and, before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped around him. He hugged you tightly, making all of your frustration melt away in an instant.

“I’m sorry for not being more patient,” you mumbled into his chest.

“You don’t need to apologize,” he said. “We got it worked out.”

“Ok. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After hugging him a little while longer, you followed him back downstairs and got comfy on the couch again, this time a little closer to him. Although you didn’t like that he had to do more work, you were reassured by the fact that you would have the rest of the night to spend with him.

And that was enough for you.

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Kurt’s Mail Order Bride   5

Cowboy!Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) x Mutant!OC

Descriptions:   Old westAU In about 1900 Germany, Kurt has heard stories about the wild west and dreamt about being a cowboy for a long time. When he’s brought over to America and sent to live with Logan he’s excited, until he learns what hard work a ranch actually is. Logan knows a woman will set him straight from his shenanigans, and brings one back. Kurt hopes for love, but they can’t seem to get along.

A/n- Hmm... Some “saucy” situations in here... well, they’d have ruined reputations in the 1900s, anyway.

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Story!

Despite Logan not being happy with her for taking Kurt into town, over the next few weeks, he was more willing to let her take him when she went, as long as Kurt stayed in the back of the covered wagon; out of sight from the other people in town.

Logan was also glad to see that Kurt was doing more around, that his chores were being done by him, and on time, instead of having to cover his part while he laid around moping.

Also making him happy was the fact that Kurt seemed to be getting along better with Beth, and he seemed to be behaving more like a man than the child he had started as.

.

Kurt grabbed the basket Beth had made them for lunch and the blanket to sit on as he headed to the porch.

The wagon stopped by the front of the house and he climbed in.

“Your lunch is on the counter, Logan, we’ll be back tonight,” Beth told him where he stood on the porch.

Logan grunted and headed inside as she snapped the reins to set the horses in motion. Kurt watched out of the front, leaning out and enjoying the scenery drifting past.

“Where would you like to have lunch?” Beth asked.

“Somewhere with a nice view,” he answered.

They kept an eye out and found a nice spot about a mile from town.

As Kurt laid out the blanket and Beth brought over the food, they started talking. They ate their fill, putting the leftovers back into the basket, and sat around, Beth looking up at the clouds and Kurt gathering long strands of grass.

“I think that one looks like a horse,” Beth said, looking over to Kurt. “Don’t you think so?”

Kurt looked over from the circle he was making, then up to where she pointed. “I don’t see it,” he told her.

She looked back to the clouds and lifted a shoulder. “It must have moved. What are you doing?”

Kurt held up the circle of long grass. “It is a crown, usually they are made of flowers, but there are not much flowers here.”

Beth took it when he handed it to her and looked at it in interest.

“You’ve never made flower crowns before?”

Beth shook her head.

“I thought it was something children did everywhere, especially girls.”

Beth looked up at him with a corner of her lip tilted up. “Well, there’s the problem. I never spent much time with girls. I worked on the ranch with my father and brother, and learned how to run a household from my mother, but I never really spent time with other girls my age.”

“You have a brother?” Kurt asked. “Why didn’t he get the ranch instead of them making you sell it?”

“Had,” Beth corrected. “He… He was a lot like you… Fun loving, energetic…”

“What happened to him?” Kurt asked softly.

“He… he got cholera and passed. Along with my mother…” Beth looked away, back to the clouds. “He was only ten, I was only thirteen… After… My father and I worked the ranch and kept it going, but… He was struck by illness too… a year and a half ago… I worked the ranch alone for the last year, but, it was hard with so much livestock. I ended up selling them off, bit by bit, until I had an amount I could keep. But… The town didn’t think it was proper for a lady to run a cattle ranch, so they made me sell everything…”

Kurt was silent.

She had gone through so much, lost so many loved ones. Running a household at thirteen, and a ranch at, he guessed she would have been twenty-one, since she looked only a year or two younger than him.

No one in the circus had had to do that; there were children, and one or two of them had been orphans, but the circus rallied around them and made sure they were taken care of, just as they did all of the children. No one went hungry, no one was hated, no one was different, except him, and only because he was blue. The others hadn’t given him a hard time about it, either, but he had not been able to go into town with the others, and had had to stay out of the way of visitors so they didn’t turn into a mob.

Kurt looked up at Beth as she stood.

“We should get going, there are rain clouds on the horizon,” she told him, pointing.

Kurt stood and they took their things back to the wagon before climbing in and starting off again.

When they got to town, Beth pulled the wagon over and tied the horses before going out and to the stores.

Kurt watched as Beth made her way down the raised wooden sidewalk to a store and into it. She was wearing one of her normal outfits this time, with a long skirt and long sleeved shirt, but not one that had the too tight bodice and waist that restricted movement.

After a few more minutes, she came back out, and Kurt watched her go to another store. He turned to the back of the wagon, wondering why his heart had jumped at the sight of her.

The sound of slight rain pattered on the covered roof above and Beth was soon climbing onto the wagon and hurriedly untying the small covering that fell forward and covered the buckboard to mostly stop the rain from falling on her.

Kurt looked up at her and settled close behind the buckboard. “We are leaving already?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s going to be trouble to get back through to the ranch if we don’t get ahead of the storm,” she told him.

They set off just as Kurt heard the rain pick up against the roof.

Kurt leaned out through the opening, but leaned back in as the rain splashed back on his face and stray drops flew in from the wind.

“It’s really getting heavy,” he commented, but Beth didn’t seem to hear him over the now raging din of rain.

Puddles were forming on the road and the droplets of rain were hitting and splashing back up, getting the horse’s legs and sides of the wagon muddy and wet.

They were almost to the ranch, scarcely a mile and a half out, when the wagon bumped over the road, then the back slid to the side and sank.

The horses jerked to a stop, whinnying in protest, and Beth nearly flew over the front and down between the horses, but Kurt reached out and grabbed around her waist through the opening in the wagon.

Beth fell back onto the buckboard, eyes wide and breath halting in shock and fear of what had almost happened.

Kurt realized that his arms were still around her, and let her go.

Beth took a deep breath and glanced back at him before blushing and looking away. She turned around the side and tried to stay dry as she looked back at the wheel.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked.

“I’m not sure,” she answered. “I’ll have to go look.”

“But you’ll get wet,” Kurt protested.

“It can’t be helped,” she said, climbing down. She was nearly immediately soaked, rain dripping down her arms and back as she went toward the back of the wagon.

The wheel had slid about two feet to the side and sank into the mud there, becoming more trapped as the small stream of rain washed more and more mud over and through it.

She hurried back to the front of the wagon and climbed up, sitting down and taking the reins. They snapped over the horse’s backs, and the horses pulled, but the wagon didn’t move. Beth snapped the reins again, and the horses strained, pulling at the wagon, but it still didn’t move.

Beth groaned in frustration. “Kurt, come take these. Have you ever driven a wagon?” She asked, turning to him.

Kurt climbed through the hole and shook his head. “A little,” he told her. “But not anything fancy like turning or parking…”

“That’s ok,” she told him. “Just try to make the horses pull the wagon. I’ll get out and push.”

“Beth, it’s not fitting for a lady to push a wagon,” Kurt protested.

“There’s no point in both of us getting soaked,” she told him. “Besides, I’ve got this,” she pushed out her hand and the rain that came in contact with it was shot sideways.

Beth hopped down and hurried to the back, loving the thought of taking the tub into her room and having a hot bath when they got back. She’d boil the water and climb in when it was just barely cool enough that her skin didn’t start getting blisters.

She got to the back and called for Kurt to start the horses pulling while she stood and pushed out her arm, hitting the back of the wagon to force it forward. The weight of the wagon was too great, letting it stay in the mud filling pothole.

After minutes of rain soaking through her outer dress, and starting through her corset, Beth gave up. She hurried back around to where Kurt was slapping the horses’s backs and trying to get them to pull forward.

“Kurt, stop,” Beth called up to him. “We’ll have to wait for the rain to pass, at least.”

She took the reins from him and unlatched the horses, pulling them off to the side of the road, finding a group of trees and tying them so they were at least a little protected from the pounding rain.

Beth pulled up her skirts, feeling like she was dragging around nearly a ton of wet cloth, and made her way back to the wagon, Kurt’s hand helping her up with the extra weight.

Water dripped down her hair, the heavy mass falling down as it pushed the pins out.

Kurt climbed into the wagon and closed the back flap as Beth followed, hoping to keep the rain out. As he looked back, a puddle was forming at Beth’s feet.

Beth bit her lip and stepped closer to the opening at the front. “Maybe I should stand outside…” She murmured.

Kurt looked up at her and noticed the shivers wracking her shoulders. “Nein, you’re freezing, don’t go out there…”

Beth blinked furiously as the rain tried to drip into her eyes from her hair. “I- I can’t stay in these clothes; I’ll catch my death…” Beth told him honestly, a blush glowing across her cheeks.

The sky outside was darkening by the minute, and Kurt wasn’t sure they’d be able to get out of there at all, with the wagon being stuck, so, he was a little worried about what to do, since they hadn’t prepared for an overnight trip.

“So… I suppose you’ll have to take them off…” He mumbled, his cheeks flushing purple at the thought.

Beth blushed darker, but her shivering body pressed her forward. “Please- turn around,” she asked him quietly.

Kurt turned, listening to her struggle with the soaked fabric, and the heavy squishy thuds as it fell to the floor of the wagon. There was some slapping noises as she moved it around over the edge of the buckboard to dry.

Beth settled her skirt so that it could dry easier, and her shirt was next to it. She peeked out, a last hope for rescue, but there was no one. She shivered as a breeze blew across her, and she looked down at her muddy and ruined stockings. She unlaced and pulled off her boots, putting them in the corner, and gently pulled off the ruined material of her stockings, throwing them over the rest of the clothes; it didn’t matter if anything happened to them now.

Beth glanced over at Kurt, checking that he was still turned around, and quickly loosened her corset enough to unhook the busk and pull it off. She stood it in the corner with her boots to dry and looked around, finding the blanket they’d taken to sit on at the picnic. She shook it out the best she could and wrapped it around herself.

“I suppose I’m as decent as I’ll get until I dry,” she mumbled to let Kurt know he didn’t have to stare at the seams in the canvas anymore.

They sat down, neither sure what to do, and Beth began taking out the few remaining pins from her hair, trying to straighten it the best she could with all of the tangles it had gathered from the rain.

Kurt stood and closed the flap at the front of the wagon most of the way.

“What are you doing?” Beth asked him.

“You’re still shivering,” he answered quietly.

“Oh… Thank you,” she murmured. She’d gotten so used to the shivering by now that she had stopped noticing.

Kurt sat back down by her, watching her unwind her hair.

“Kurt-”

Kurt blushed a little at hearing her say his name out of breath like that. “Ja?”

“Your- your eyes-”

Kurt felt his heart clench. Of course she’d only found something that made him more of a freak. “Ja, they, ah, they are very bright in the dark…”

“I thought so- I mean- that first time I saw you, I thought they were glowing a little,” she told him.

He didn’t say anything, just looked away, and his eyes fell on the basket of food.

“Are you getting hungry?” He asked.

“A bit,” she admitted.

They moved closer to the front of the wagon to see better, and ate a little, but left some for breakfast in the morning.

After they had packed up their food again, they moved to the back of the wagon and settled down.

Kurt laid facing away from Beth, as was proper, covered in a spare blanket they’d found stuffed in a corner. She had wrapped herself up to stay warm, and it was warmer in here now that the flaps were closed, heated from their body warmth and breath, but he could still feel her shivering behind him.

Kurt’s tail snuck closer and wrapped around her.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and stared at the wall of wood and canvas in front of him.

He felt warm enough without the blanket, helped by his fur, but her body was shaking, a gentle but steady shiver.

It was inappropriate, he knew, but Kurt turned over, looking over Beth’s blanketed body. He scooted closer and pulled his blanket out so that it covered both of them, but he had to scoot even closer so that it fully covered them.

He blushed as he felt her body press against his with each breath.

It was like he was holding her close, a hug maybe, or an embrace shared by people who wanted to kiss each other. But he didn't want to kiss her.

…

Did he?

He mentally shook his head.

No, she was so normal and beautiful, why would he want to put his strange, irreverent lips all over her?

And when had he started thinking of her as beautiful?

Wait-

All over her?

Why had he thought that? Did he want to kiss all over her?

A feeling like panic started tightening in his stomach.

Why was he thinking all of these strange and inappropriate things now?

It must be because she was practically against him in this dark space.

It was confusing his mind and body, so much that in the middle of worrying about his thoughts, he started drifting off.

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