#something something and the sun will explode but not before you and everyone that you'll ever know will be gone long ago

[wethecelestial]

put morton’s fork on repeat because unfortunately it’s my pavlovian conditioning editing music but it got tangled up in the silmarillion brain worms and now i’m like. morton’s fork maedhros animatic

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 17: kuni

There have only ever been three times you saw Scaramouche so far.

First was when you reluctantly had to watch his team's match against your brother's. He was sporting a white jersey with blue accents, representing his own university with all his glory. Though laced with tension and fatigue, his whole being still demanded attention and attraction — from you.

Second, when you met him outside your own brother's — his rival — birthday party. It was purely coincidental, how he opted to stay outside and how you were running late to the dinner. It was fate, how you both clicked despite being strangers to each other. It was all adrenaline, the reason why you accidentally gave your identity away.

And the third was today.

No more invisible strings, no more coincidences.

He was here... of his own accord.

For you.

It would've been romantic if you disregard the purpose of his visit — but still! Does he always take his friends who stay indoors to go out and see the sun? No, you don't think so.

Maybe you're a special case.

"Hey," he greeted. Scaramouche was there with his hands tucked inside his pockets, leaning against the fences surrounding your home.

'He looks so damn attractive just standing like that,' you thought.

"Hi," you smiled sheepishly.

"Let's go?"

"To where?"

"Anywhere, I guess?"

"You're the one who's taking me outside and you don't even have an itinerary?" You laughed. "How are we even going to leave?"

The man was unfazed by your bursting out. He just sighed and shook his head.

"We're commuting," Scaramouche said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. He, however, spoke again before you even had the chance to. "I have a motorbike, but I didn't want to take a risk, just in case you didn't know how to ride one."

You shrugged. "I could always learn."

Unamused, he flicked your forehead. "Stupid. Don't you ever care for yourself?"

"No need."

"What?"

"You'll do that job just fine, won't you?" You grinned at how he easily he was affected by your teasing. He wasn't flushed, no. But the way his brows furrowed, how his lips formed a thin line, and how he looked away — it was all a give-away. You have an effect on him. Somehow.

"Do you just hit on everyone you meet?"

"Oh? So you took that as me hitting on you?"

"What else would that be —" Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Whatever. Let's just go."

"Does your brother even know you're chatting and hanging out with me?" The boy that was sat across you uttered, having just finished sipping from his drink.

You almost choked. "Well, I would let him know if I could."

He nodded and continued sipping, but didn't bother to stop staring at you.

You looked away.

Did he really expect you would tell Kazuha about your interactions with him? If it was someone else you're crushing on, it would've been fine. You could always deal with a little teasing.

But Scaramouche? The captain of the University of Inazuma's soccer team? Rival of your brother, who was the captain of TNU's soccer team?

Kazuha would explode.

You looked back at the man.

Still staring.

"Uhh," you started off. "It's not that I'm ashamed of you or anything, it's just that..."

"Hmm?"

If the Lasso of Truth — Wonder Woman's weapon — were real, you swore you were currently binded by it. Scaramouche's expectant gaze, his slightly arched brow, and the tiny curve of his lips that he failed to hide despite his best attempt... it had the same effect on you.

It was something irresistible.

"It's just that... their image of you, in their team... let's just say, aha." You gave out an awkward chuckle. "It's not that good."

Scaramouche laughed at your words.

"Oh no, [Name]," he smirked, his tone straying away from his usual one. "Whatever would your dearest older brother do if he found out you were hanging out with a delinquent?"

"What the fuck? Scara!" You laughed.

"So? What do they say about me?"

"Rude. Arrogant. Ill-mannered."

"Ouch. But wow, that's actually fewer than I thought." He looked proud.

"Etcetera."

"Oh."

He frowned. "There's more?"

You just answered with a smile.

Your meal was filled with fun teas and hushed laughters, but it was cut short by vibrations from a phone on the table. It was Scaramouche's.

He picked the black device up, brows soon furrowing while reading the notifications he just received.

"Are you alright?" Concern grew. "What was it?"

He put his phone in his pocket. "Nothing."

You knew it had to be something.

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.

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[kudouusagi]

Translation of part of the story from the bravern bd novel

I've only translated the part at the end about bravern. I might go back and translate the other parts later but right now I'm in Japan on a study abroad I don't have much time.

Spoilers for most of Bravern!

Translation:

In the beginning he said, "let there be light(Isami)"

I was him and he was me. In the end, we became one and the same.

It's because Isami was there that this was able to happen. It's because Isami was there that the world was able to be saved. This is something I wrote in the instant while my life was flashing before my eyes when the death drive of wrath, Ira, hit me with a surprise attack and I began to lose consciousness.

I'm already not sure whether it was me or him that wrote it. However, our feelings towards Isami were one and the same.

That's why I(Bravern)...... I(Smith)...... wrote this for Isami.

I'll make you explode with bravery

Written by: Bravern, who has gone to the stars

When I first met you, you were crying, weren't you?

But because you're a strong person, even though you were confused, you still responded to my request.

When you shouted the name of the special attack...... it was because of your shout that I was able to fight.

And then when you asked "what's your name?" I answered.

I said, "My name is Bravern".......

The next time we met, you were scared.

Of course you were. I made you suspicious, was pestering you, and on top of that I was telling you to fight.

I don't think you could have ridden me even if you wanted to.

The way you kept me in suspense at that time was really charming.

But even still, you rode me once again.

And it's because of that I became sure.

I said, "Oh, Isami. You're my true soulmate"

After that, you stayed inside me all the time.

I thought I was so lucky.

But you were just brooding, weren't you.

You were shocked when you heard me say soulmate, weren't you? At that time I didn't try to understand your feelings at all.

But, but, you know, Isami,

I'm sure you will understand someday. How wonderful fighting together with our burning souls is.

Isami, seeing you get angry and showing your emotions so openly is beautiful, but there's no need to be angry.

Lulu will become a friend who fights with us.

Right now she might only be looking at him, but she'll see your appeal before long Isami.

Just as I was drawn to you, she'll be drawn to you as well. Though, it's understandable that you don't know that now.

So rage, rage. Show your emotions. There's no reason to keep your emotions all to yourself.

You've tried so hard, Isami. You've really freed your mind.

He, and everyone, are really pulling out your emotions.

I only played a small part in making that happen.

When you dove into the sea I was really surprised, but that sea breeze after you came to an understanding with everyone really felt good didn't it?

The large ship we were on board was heading toward the land of the rising sun at battle velocity.

Saving you was honestly really difficult.

There is a poem written by Shiki Masaoka as a gift to his friend headed into the navy.

"Even in war, don't shy away from anything. On your voyage, when the wind blows, blow, when the waves rise, rise."

――――Do your best, Isami

Isami, at that time I was really moved.

I was going into battle with you and him to save the land of the rising sun ―― there's nothing better than this.

The calls from your friends―― your fellow countrymen, were able to reach them.

Due to our brave actions, the uprising was a success.

The sunrise we watched with everyone at that time was beautiful.

And isn't it so―― so great, Isami?

Your comrades, who had the same feelings as you, were still alive.

You'll definitely be able to free the world. And just as you have been wishing, we won't let anyone else die.

Hoping for things is easy. Actually making them happen is difficult.

And you made it happen. It probably would have been impossible on your own. It was something you were able to do with him and your comrades at your back. You're amazing, Isami.

Also, thank you for caring about our new friend superbia.

Starting now, we're traveling thousands of miles to free the world.

Before that, you have to say a very painful farewell, but...... I'm sure you'll be able to overcome it.

Finally, the time had come.

At that time, just as you were fighting with your full strength, I was fighting at mine.

I couldn't make plans for it or prevent it.

If I had done that, I could probably have saved a life. But you know, Isami, I just couldn't do that.

If I did, I might not have been able to meet you. And we wouldn't have had the chance to save the world.

I hope you'll be able to understand that.

That he(smith) had to leave your side, while expressing such strong emotions at that time.

Isami——.

Isami——.

No matter how many times I shouted your name, it wouldn't reach you.

Honestly, at this time I was struck by a sense of unease.

The world beyond this point is a world I don't know. We have to go into it together. So please―― Isami. Hear my voice.

And then, you responded with bravery.

An explosion of bravery―― that's right, an explosion of bravery.

Just as he said at that time, his explosion of bravery was the one and only way to create a path forward for you and me.

Let's go, Isami. His bravery, his explosive feelings, will always be with us.

That's what brave explosion bang bravern is.

Isami, at that time, you were already a hero.

But there was something you didn't do quite right. Something that even I didn't realize. And then Lulu corrected you.

Perhaps his dying words resonated with her too.

That's right, you have to come back alive too.

Let's go, Isami. To the final battle.

Alongside sperbia and lulu――

Isami.

Since you're a strong person, I'm sure you'll be able to do well without me.

You're not just strong, you're also brave.

Sperbia and lulu will be with you. I'm sure you'll be able to save the world.

I'm sad I won't be able to go along with you, but please don't get depressed and move forward somehow.

Isami――Isami――...... I love you, Isami.

When I woke up, Isami―― you were glowing gold.

I thought I'd never see you again. But I was able to see you again.

Bravery fusion————

That was what you got on the other side of your explosion of bravery.

You became me. And I became you. And he (smith) also......

And the lulu (I can't believe she was a soldier from the future!), also fused with superbia and became our sword.

This is yours and his——our true form, bang brave big bang.

This is where my job comes to an end, but if you or him, or everyone else needs me, I'm sure I'll be able to come back. Surely. Surely——。

Let your bravery burn. That, that is what—— the explosion of bravery is——......

New York times square, EST 10:40 PM

In the city that had been rebuilt after the death drives had been defeated, screams of people and the sound of guns are once again ringing through the city.

At that moment, a light lit up the night sky.

And then he appeared.

There was a giant robot with emerald eyes and a red and white mechanical body with gold horns on top——

it was Bravern who had saved the world along with the ATF——.

To be continued in part two

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You've got a friend in me pt. 3 | Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, Hinata & Reader

A/N: First fic from new commissions made by always kind and wonderful Max (@wertzunge)! As always, I apologize for the delay, but I hope you enjoy this fic Max! Thank you so much for always being so kind to me! ❤️

Words: 3k+

Summary: On a little school trip to Kyoto, Hinata seems to be very excited to have you around, but a certain freckled boy seemed to be a bit... upset.

Male!Reader. You can read part 1 and part 2 of this series!

The weather was beautiful: clear skies, warm sun and fresh air. Perfect for this trip to Kyoto. Your heart fluttered like a small caged bird inside your chest, the excitement ran through you from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. It was your first time on a school trip to Kyoto- this was supposed to be an educational trip, (something about history? You really couldn't recall), but your teachers had promised a free day for the students to go wherever they pleased. 

Yamaguchi and you had decided on doing some research about the places you both would like to visit and prepare an itinerary for that day. For this, you've decided to sit together, wanting to plan everything as soon as possible. You really couldn't wait to get into the bus! 

“Aren't you excited?!” A voice chirped behind you and you jumped slightly when you felt a soft poke near your left side. 

Turning around, your lips stretched into a smile. “I feel like I'm gonna explode, Shouyou!” 

Having made friends with a certain piece of sunshine did nothing to help relax your excitement. You had not long become friends with Hinata Shouyou. It was to be expected that by visiting Yamaguchi and Tsukishima so much at their volleyball practices, they would eventually introduce you to the rest of the team. Everyone had been exceptionally kind, but Hinata seemed attached to you from day one. You couldn't lie, at first Hinata's overflowing and bright energy made you feel terribly nervous, but it didn't take long for you to adapt to it and soon you became good friends.

Hinata was practically jumping on one foot with excitement. He rambled on about this and that and you could only nod with a smile, but in a second he was gone and was now fighting with Kageyama. Those two were certainly a very fun duo to watch, you chuckled and squealed when yet another poke to your side surprised you. 

“Did you do your research?”

Turning around again, the biggest grin pulled at the corners of your lips. Yamaguchi was looking at you with a smile just as bright. 

“I did!” You hurriedly pulled out a notepad from the side of your bag. “I made a very detailed list with cons and pros about each place!” You said excitedly. “We can compare our research!”

Yamaguchi nodded, chuckling a little and your cheeks flushed slightly. “That sounds like a good idea! Don't forget we'll seat together so we can-” 

“Ack!” 

You nearly dropped your notepad when someone suddenly hooked their arm around yours, dragging you away from Yamaguchi. 

“H-Huh?! Shouyou?!” 

“C'mon, c'mon!” He said, all smiles and laughs. “You'll sit with me, okay?! Quick! Before they get the best spots!” 

“A-Ah, Shouyou- I promised I would- agh!” You looked back at Yamaguchi and he was looking at you with a surprised expression. 

“I'm sorry!” You mouthed and you saw his shoulders falling a little as he gave a sad smile and a nod. 

Sooner than later you were squeezed between the window and Hinata’s incessant talking. You tried to keep your smile warm and sincere, but something felt heavy in your chest– you had promised Yamaguchi you both would sit together, but now you were with Hinata and Yamaguchi didn't look too happy even though he was sitting with Tsukishima. 

You sighed. Well, you hoped you'd get a chance to apologize once you were at the inn. Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and you would be sharing a room after all, so there were plenty of chances to properly apologize and compensate your dear friend… right?

--

The bus ride didn't seem very long to you. Hinata's mouth just wouldn't shut up and soon he was making you laugh and making you chat animatedly with him. The only time he was silent was when he fell asleep for a few minutes and you were able to watch the scenery out the window. You pushed the small problem with Yamaguchi to the back of your head, it wasn't worth getting overwhelmed by it now when you could deal with it later.

Finally arriving at the inn, the butterflies in your stomach returned. The air in Kyoto even felt different, but maybe it was just you… but was the sky bluer there? Impossible, right? Chuckling to yourself, you started to get off the bus along with everyone else. Hinata practically held you prisoner, clinging tightly to your arm until his bright eyes found Kageyama, and laughing, he said he would see you in a moment. 

You started your own search; your eyes scanning the faces in that sea of ​​students in front of you until you found that adorable freckled face. You perked like a little puppy and quickly made your way to him while the teachers did the check in. 

“Tadashi!” You called once you were a couple of feet away from him. “Tadashi, I'm so sorry about earlier! I really wanted to sit with you, but Shouyou, he just-"

You jolted when you heard your name screamed at the top of Hinata's lungs. In a moment, the little ball of orange energy was at your side, grabbing your arm and dragging you somewhere. 

“What- Shouyou?! I was talking to- 

Hinata didn't even listen to you. “C'mon! You can do that later! Let's go see our room!”

Once again, you were dragged away from Yamaguchi without even the chance to look at him one last time before Hinata took you to your room.

–

You expected the room to be big enough to fit four people in, but you certainly didn't expect it to be that big. It was a very spacious room, but modest. The tatami felt extremely comfortable under your feet and four futons were properly arranged. A small wooden table in the middle of the room and some decorations here and there. It was cozy and somehow warm.

“I want this bed!” He called your name as he threw his back somewhere. “You'll sleep next to me, right?!” 

You chuckled shyly, “Sh-Shouyou, I think we should let everyone choose where-"

“I want to be the farest away from Hinata as possible.” Tsukishima’s voice surprised you and you smiled when you saw Yamaguchi entering the room right behind the tall boy. 

To your surprise, Yamaguchi made eye contact with you, but quickly averted his eyes. Something uncomfortably heavy set on the pit of your stomach and you felt that awful sensation of anxiety starting to swirl in your chest and wrap around your throat. You gulped and took a deep breath. Let's calm down, you repeated inside your head over and over. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. 

From left to right: Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, you and Hinata. After a bit of chaos and someone almost asking to change rooms and saying that he'd rather sleep in the King's room, you all finally could choose your own bed and set that problem aside. 

“Since we are next to each other,” you said to Yamaguchi as you both pulled out some clean clothing from your bags. “I think we can talk about the places we want to visit, right?” 

Yamaguchi halted for a mere second before nodding softly. “Mhmm.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up a little. “H-Hmm… Tadashi, are you mad at m-”

“Hey!” Hinata suddenly grabbed your arm. “The teacher said we should meet outside for a quick tour! Let's go!” 

“S-Shouyou, give me just one second, I- 

“Go on,” Yamaguchi said and you froze, quickly looking at him. “We should hurry.” With that, he was out of the room, leaving not only you and Hinata back, but also Tsukishima. 

That awkward sensation tightened around your throat, almost choking you. This was going downhill, but you weren't trying to upset anyone, Hinata was just-

“Let's go?” He asked with a bright, warm smile and happy eyes and you sighed, nodding and smiling back at him. You really couldn't get mad at Hinata, he simply was… excited. Perhaps a bit too much, but you were sure he didn't mean harm. 

Sighing again, you looked behind. “Let's go, Tsukki.” Tsukishima simply hummed in agreement and followed you and Hinata out the room.  

In the lobby, you quickly found Yamaguchi and joined him, but standing next to him just felt… terribly awkward. You tried to do small talk, though you hated it to the bone, even throwing in some jokes that made you blush slightly, but your attempts seemed to work: Yamaguchi tried to hide a smile and he even spoke to you a couple of times, he was still curt in his answers, but at least he seemed to want to talk to you again.

The tour of the small inn was boring. The teachers in charge guided you through practically every room occupied by the students in your class, the teachers’ own rooms, the bathrooms, and so on, by the time you all had finished, you were exhausted. Not only physically, but also mentally. Although Yamaguchi seemed to be back to normal, he would still try to avoid talking to you too much. It had been too long since you had felt that suffocating sensation around your neck. Thousands of negative thoughts gathered in your head and you felt your temples throb. You heard your heart racing behind your ears and your breathing was a little erratic, barely perceptible to anyone, but deafening to you.

Letting out a deep sigh once you all were back to your room, you collapsed on your designated futon wearing a comfortable yukata given by the inn. Everyone had taken a shower, the room smelled like the sun and your eyelids felt heavy, you could have fallen asleep right then, but someone's voice woke you up. 

“Shall we play a bit?” It was Yamaguchi, kneeling on his futon and showing you a deck of uno cards. You beamed, nodding excitedly, not feeling sleepy anymore. “I bet you can't beat me this time.”

You chuckled, getting up and approaching the little table with Yamaguchi. “When have I been able to do it?” 

You both laughed and some of the growing anxiety in your chest dissipated. Everything was fine. It had just been a small misunderstanding. You and Yamaguchi were still friends and you were probably going to have a lot of fun on that trip... right?

One game turned into two and then into three and four. All four times you lost miserably, Yamaguchi had always been extremely good at uno, you couldn't really remember a time you had beaten him, but it didn't matter, you always had fun with him and seeing him happy to win over and over again was more than enough for you. 

“You are terrible at this,” Hinata chuckled, glued to your side as Yamaguchi and you played for the fifth time. “This one,” he said, pointing at a card in your hand. 

“A-Ah, this one?”

“Yes!” He said and waited for Yamaguchi to throw his next card. “Hmm, now this one. Why do you have so many cards? You could've won decades ago- now throw this one and this, and this and now this and- 

You and Hinata jumped in surprise when Yamaguchi slammed his palms against the table. Your eyes widened when he looked at you, his brow deep in a big frown. He was furious.

“Can't you do anything by yourself?!” He yelled, getting up and rushing out of the room. 

You were stunned. Your eyes wide and your heart hammering in your chest. What had happened?! Weren't you and Yamaguchi better now? You started to breathe heavily, your hands started to shake, the cards falling from your grip. You, Hinata, and Tsukishima seemed to have frozen in place. The three of you were staring at the door where Yamaguchi had come out.

Tsukishima was the first one to react, he sighed softly and started to get up from his futon where he was listening to music. He looked at you and you flinched. “I'll go check-

“No,” Hinata said, gently tapping your shoulder as he got up from his spot beside you. “I will go. This is my fault after all.” Hinata can be painfully dense many times, but even he could tell what had happened here. He smiled sheepishly at you and quickly left the room to look for Yamaguchi. 

This was terrible. Was it happening again? Were you going to lose Yamaguchi? After everything it had cost you to open up to him and after all the affection you already felt for him- was it going to end like this? For a misunderstanding? It was your fault. Maybe the problem has always been you, maybe you don't know how to maintain a friendship. Maybe the problem is your behavior and attitude. Poor Yamaguchi, he had to know the worst side of you and now he was hurt like this. Were you really... a bad person? 

“Hey…” You jumped, feeling a hand rubbing your back. Tsukishima was sitting beside you, and he reached out to wipe a tear falling from your cheek. “Don't be like this. This is not your fault.”

Your bottom lip trembled and more tears streamed down your cheeks. “It is my fault,” you said between soft sobs. “I've hurt Tadashi and now he hates me. I didn't m-mean to, I promise, Kei!” You looked at him with shame. Was Tsukishima going to hate you too? After all, Yamaguchi was his precious friend, of course Tsukishima would feel upset towards you and- 

A gasp escaped your mouth when Tsukishima hugged you tightly with one arm. “I'm telling you this is not your fault, you don't understand?” He asked, gently rubbing your back. “Yamaguchi doesn't hate you. He just can't hate you. He likes you so much, can't you see how precious you are to him? You did nothing wrong.” 

You hid your face on Tsukishima's shoulder and cried some more, letting Tsukishima's words settle in your heart. Yamaguchi didn't hate you? The possibility of that being true made your heart jump. If Yamaguchi didn't hate you, you could apologize and everything would go back to normal and you would both continue enjoying each other's company for a long time. Yamaguchi was so precious to you, you couldn't imagine the that you two could stop being friends. Just thinking about it made your bones hurt and made you feel dizzy and nauseous. Your friendship with him couldn't end yet- at least not this way.

“There, there. Are you better?” You nodded a little, slowly pulling away from the embrace. Tsukishima sighed. "You're so silly. How could you think Yamaguchi would hate you because of something so silly? You should apologize for thinking this way.” You blushed, nodding and Tsukishima chuckled. “You both are so childish. You need to grow up.” Although his words seemed harsh, there was no venom in them. His finger was suddenly poking your side, making you jump with a squeak. 

“You see? How can you be so ticklish? Yamaguchi too, you both really are so alike,” he said, poking and poking and poking every spot he could reach: your sides, your ribs, your tummy and even your neck. In seconds he had you giggling and trying to stop his hand. 

“Thahat- That d-dohoesn't have to do wihith a-anythihing!” You giggled out, squeaking when he started to knead your sides. “Kehehei!” 

Tsukishima snorted softly before finally stopping. “Everything will be fine, you'll see,” he said with a warm smile, playfully ruffling your hair. 

You breathed and smiled softly at him. “Thank you, Kei.” 

"We are back!" 

Like a spring, you stood up as soon as you saw Yamaguchi enter. His eyes were red and wet, he had also been crying a little. His freckled face was twisted into an expression of sadness, shyness and remorse and you were dying to hug him and tell him how important he was to you, but before you could even open your mouth, Yamaguchi had already started speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I'm sorry,” he said softly, looking at you. “I acted like a kid-” 

Tsukishima, “That's what I said.”

Hinata, “Tsukishima!!” 

“... I was…,” Yamaguchi continued. “I was tremendously jealous about how well you got along with Hinata. I thought…,” he sighed, his cheeks turning pink. “I thought you just… would leave me behind and wouldn't want to be friends with me anymore.

I was just stupid… instead of trying to talk to you, I decided to just be mad and childish and in the end I only hurt you just because I was scared I was going to be left behind and I even made Hinata feel bad just because he wanted to be friends with you…”

You knew that feeling of being forgotten and not belonging very well and it hurt you that Yamaguchi felt that way. 

“So I am very, very sorry. Would you forgive me this time? I promise I'll do better… please?” 

You smiled at him and quickly wrapped your arms around Yamaguchi, hugging him tightly. Yamaguchi hugged you back, letting out a long, pleased sigh. Forgive him? Of course! There had been blame on both sides in this situation, both had hurt the other in one way or another, so of course you forgave him. Your precious friend. 

You chuckled, hugging Yamaguchi even tighter. “I think… there's only one way I can truly forgive you, Tadashi.”

Yamaguchi nodded. “Yes! Please let me know what it is and I'll- eek!”

Yamaguchi pushed your shoulders lightly when you squeezed both his sides, tickling him. He looked at you and you smirked, making him flush; he tried to run, but you started to squeeze his sides again and again and again and soon, his laughter filled the whole room as he jumped and squirmed, trying to escape. 

“I'll have to tickle you until I think it's enough!” You said with a laugh as Yamaguchi collapsed to the floor, your hands glued to his torso, following him down. 

“N-Nohoho! I'm s-sohorry! I didn't- ahaha!” 

Yamaguchi thrashed around, his hands around your wrists trying to push your hands away without much force or intention. His bitter expression had completely changed with a vibrant, bright smile that almost split his face in half. The sad tears streaming down his face had turned into tears of laughter and the way he laughed your name made you laugh along with him. Very soon, the bad time you were going through was behind you and now you were having fun like you always did. 

“I want to play too! I want to play too!” Hinata chirped, jumping up and down excitedly. You thought that if he had a tail, he would be wagging it from side to side. You chuckled and looked up at him. “Can I join? Can I join?!”

You nodded, “yeah! Come help me out, Shouyou!” 

“N-Nohoho! Ts-Tsuhuki, help! Ahahack!” 

Not even you noticed when or how, but Hinata already had his hyperactive fingers on Yamaguchi's stomach, pinching the muscle on the sides of his belly and vibrating the tips of his fingers around Yamaguchi’s belly button. The redhead was giggling and babbling something about how ticklish Yamaguchi was and you chuckled, moving your fingers up to his ribs. 

Yamaguchi laughed and squealed. His hands were an uncoordinated mess, trying to cover his stomach and then his ribs and also his mouth and his reddened cheeks. He laughed heartily, it seemed to you as if he were almost laughing with relief and you smiled tenderly. How could you even think that Yamaguchi would hate you? Tsukishima was right, you weren't giving him the credit he deserved.

“Oof-!” 

You gasped heavily as someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and gently pushed you back, pinning one of your arms above your head. It was Tsukishima. He straddled your waist and smirked from above you. 

“Someone here also needs a punishment for beating himself around too hard, hmm?” 

“K-Kehei, no, please! I'm s-sorry I just- ahaHAHA! N-NOHOHO!” 

Tsukishima simply loved to go for your weakest spots. It was like that every single time he tickled you. His fingers started to wiggle against your exposed underarm. He scratched the sensitive skin at the hollow and kneaded the muscle with his thumb, making you shriek with ticklish laughter. 

Yamaguchi was also busy laughing his head off, you could hear him begging for mercy as Hinata quickly found the weak spot at his hips. Your laughter filled the room and you thought in a small moment of lucidity, when Tsukishima stopped tickling you to get a better grip on your arm, that very soon someone would be knocking on the door asking you all to shut up, but no one did and so you and Yamaguchi were under a vicious tickle attack until you both were able to pin your captors back. 

Hinata's vibrant and rich laughter, along with Tsukishima's serene and gentle laughter formed a combination that was not at all unpleasant to hear. You already knew each of the points that made Tsukishima shriek with laughter, and Yamaguchi seemed to be having lots of fun trying to find Hinata's, which wasn't too hard, he seemed to be a walking tickle spot! 

Tsukishima kept laughing out threats that had you laughing and feeling nervous butterflies in your tummy, but before he could actually get revenge on you, you and Yamaguchi locked eyes and in seconds, you both were after each other, trying to pin the other down while your hands latched to that place that made you scream with laughter. 

Hinata wanted to join in the fun again and, somehow, Tsukishima was dragged in too, this time going for Yamaguchi who was driving you crazy because of the tickling under your arms. Hinata, for his part, took Yamaguchi's place, so you had a second of rest before you began to laugh loudly once again. 

It had been an eventful day, you had to admit it. You could assure that you had felt almost every emotion in the world that day, but you were happy that everything had been fixed. You and Yamaguchi had strengthened your bond and you were sure that you would continue to be together for a long time to come. 

It was the first night, but you knew that this trip would be one of the best of your life, as long as you and Yamaguchi remained the best of friends! 

[zilabee]

it was written that I would love you

close your eyes and I'll kiss you

when I'm with you I want to stay there

i'm in love and it's a sunny day

now i'll never dance with another

i can't tell you how I feel

i'll do anything for you, anything you want me to

and it doesn't really matter if I'm wrong I'm right

i'd like to stand in a stream with you

lift up your hearts and sing me a song

love is long, love is long

and I love her

we believe that we can't be wrong

we can do what we want, we can live as we choose

and I need love, yeah I need love

i don't see the point resisting your temptation

do you don't you want me to love you

well you can come on to my place if you want to

gonna get hi hi hi in the midday sun

lady let's eat in bed

no one will be watching us

i don't need a true romancer

make love to me and make it right

tonight I just want to stay in, and be with you, and be with you

deep in love, not a lot to say

sing it loud, so I can hear you

i'm in love with a friend of mine

it's understood, it's everywhere with my love

watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there

there beneath the blue suburban skies

the rain exploded with a mighty crash

and we was hard pressed to find a smile

well you know i nearly broke down and died

we’ve been travelling for a long time and we finally finished here

ahh, look at all the lonely people

there’s no one left at home, and I believe I’m gonna rain

somedays I don't, I don't believe that you are mine

and in the middle of the celebrations I break down

a lonely man who's in the middle of something

a love that should have lasted years

who in the world can be right, all the right time

once there was a way to get back home

love was such an easy game to play

day after day, alone on the hill

leaving the note that she hoped would say more

some day you'll know I was the one

now what can be done for you

i don't know why you say goodbye

all of the clocks have run down, time's at an end

friday night arrives without a suitcase

and I'm still stranded, wondering why

the drachma's very weak, but everyone's still trading

far away my lover sings a lonely song

so sad so sad sometimes she feels so sad

but as for me, i still remember how it was before

something inside of me says the bad news isn't so

i'm waiting, can’t you see me, I’m waiting

why do you fight that feeling in your heart

why leave me standing here, let me know the way

you will always be holding, holding my heart in your hand

people are ready to forgive a few mistakes

take a sad song and make it better

the swan is gliding above the ocean

we could stand on top of a mountain with our flag unfurled

we can cure each others sorrow

you want a love to last forever

when I lay me down will my lover love me still

i hope it's never too late

- - Paul McCartney

[maxislvt]

Baby It's Cold Outside

Summary: Wanda had always kept an eye out for her neighbor. So when she finds you alone and cold on Christmas, she can't help but intervene.

Warnings: Age-gap relationships, R being gay again, also it's not projecting if it's part of the request!!

A/N: This reads like a fucking Hallmark movie.

Event Masterlist

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Being neighbors with Wanda had many perks. She was a kind soul. It didn’t matter what the occasion was — if someone needed help, she was the first to step up and make a plan. She attended every PTA and neighborhood watch meeting she possibly could. Wanda was the sun of Westview, and not a single person could escape her compassionate rays. No one except her adorable little hermit of a next-door neighbor. You were a bit of a mystery in the community. You were young, just moved in, and seemingly didn’t know anyone in the area. As if the lack of attachments wasn’t enough, you were painfully shy. You had missed the first few community parties since no one could contact you. When you did attend the first pool party, all you did was sit on a floatie and drink.

Wanda was fortunate enough to be one of the few people you actually talked to in the neighborhood. Though the conversations were brief, she learned a lot about you. Most of it was through simply watching you but you were surprisingly open with Wanda. Despite your crippling shyness, you worked in retail. You had a really bad habit of putting your hand in your face when you spoke. Wanda assumed it was so you had an excuse not to look people in the eye. You also really enjoyed photography. You loved it so much, that the simple promise of taking pictures was all it took to get you out of the house. Wanda even convinced the principal to commission you to take yearbook photos.

Wanda thought you were the cutest thing to ever wander into the neighborhood. Though she denied it if anyone asked, the older woman had developed a slight crush on you. She was kind to you because she was kind to everybody, but not everyone could say that Wanda gave them homemade lunch every Wednesday. In fact, those Wednesday lunch boxes were the start of a real relationship between you and Wanda.

"Here you go, sweetheart! I made sure to add some extra Oreos in there!" Wanda was always extra bubbly on Wednesdays. She'd wait until the morning to actually pack your lunch so you'd have no choice but to sit down and warm up a bit before heading off to work. Having actual conversations and hearing your thoughts about the world was oddly relaxing for her. Any relaxation she got from that day's conversation was immediately thrown out the window when her hands brushed yours. "Your hands are as cold as ice! You're not sick are you?" Wanda carefully grabbed your hand and squeezed.

The extra touch made you jump out of your skin. "Oh! I'm fine, my heater sorta broke last night while I was sleeping. I'm working an extra shift tonight so I can get fixed, don't worry about me!!" You and Wanda had been friends for almost a year and you had yet to learn how she worked. Every time you told her not to worry, she would only worry about you more. "I got a heated blanket and a lot of pillows on my bed, I'll be fine for a few days!" A brave smile spread across your face with the hopes of getting Wanda to relax about your condition.

Wanda pressed the back of her hand against your forehead. Your temperature was fine and you seemed to only have the sniffles, but she wasn't going to leave you out to the wolves. "Fine, but let me make you some soup for lunch!" Before you could refuse, Wanda took the lunch box out of your hand and headed back towards the kitchen. "There's some pancakes leftover from breakfast this morning if you want and I'll make sure to make extra dinner tonight so you'll have something warm before bed."

Your heart nearly exploded out of your chest. Just taking lunch from her once a week made you feel guilty, you'd never live down having her feed you three times in one day. "No, that's not necessary! I'm sure what you made me today is enough," You said as you reached for the lunch box. "Plus, isn't tonight when Vision comes over? I'd hate to intrude or give the wrong impression!" You continued to make grabby hands until Wanda used her free hand to cup your face.

"I'm going to make you soup for lunch and you're going to eat breakfast while I do it. Then, I'm going to drop you off at work to make up for having to stay." With her careful grip on your face and confident tone of voice, you were hopeless against her. "Vision wants to commission you again anyways. You two can talk about that over dinner." She gave your cheeks an affectionate squeeze before letting you go.

Having Wanda talk to you like that had certainly awakened something in you, but you elected to mindlessly follow her orders rather than think too hard about your attraction to your neighbor. "I'm sorry, but I can't do any more photography right now…my lens got scratched up and I can't afford to replace it right now." Opening up to Wanda was a slippery slope. One minute you're lamenting about your struggles and the next she's draining her wallet just to help.

Wanda nodded along as she began to cook. "Ah, well he won't need it until early next year so there's enough time to get that in order! What type of camera do you use?" She felt bad about taking advantage of your misfortune, but it was the only way you'd accept a gift from her. "Oh, and there's some juice in the fridge if you want."

Had you not been busy eating, you would've noticed the trap Wanda had set up. "Oh well, I'll use any camera, but I mostly prefer digital cameras over anything." The feeling of a homecook meal filling your stomach was wonderful. "This breakfast is really good, thank you Ms.Maximoff!"

Wanda sighed as she put a glass of juice next to your plate. "I told you, Wanda is just fine. You make me feel like I already have grandkids."She playfully flicked your forehead before turning back to the stove. "Also, a broken camera won't get you out of dinner. It'll be ready as soon as you get off work!"

You let out a sigh of defeat but continued eating. "Okay, just promise not to go overboard because I'm gonna be there. You know how you get with guests."

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Wanda had decided to take step back after having you over for dinner. You spent days desperately coming up with ways to pay back her kindness. After enough pleading, the two of you settled on just having you entertain the boys while she went gift shopping. Though Wanda was hesitant to leave you with the boys and take up your weekend, she left anyways.

After being stuck in dreadfully long lines and the densest traffic she'd ever seen, Wanda didn't exactly have high hopes when she returned. Billy was calm on his own, but Tommy had a way of bringing his brother out of his shell and into his world of chaos. Which was to say she was rather surprised to see her sons resting peacefully on the couch with you sandwiched in between. "Oh, this is definitely a first."

You looked up from the tv and smiled. "Yeah, Tommy was a bit of rugrat. Turns out he really likes puzzles though, it's a really easy weakness to exploit." You carefully moved out from between the twins. "I can help bring the gifts in if you want. I don't know how long these two will stay asleep when they realize I'm gone."

Wanda didn't bother trying to refuse you. "I would really appreciate that. Just hide them in Vision's old study for me." She handed you off the first few bags she brought in the house. "Do you have any plans for Christmas?" It was a simple question, but one that made her unreasonably nervous. "I mean, you probably do, but if not there's always a seat at my table for you!" She batted her eyelash and flashed the prettiest smile she could. "Even if you just step in to say hi, it'll make me really happy."

Rather than answer her, you just kept bringing in bags. You couldn't tell her the truth. There weren't any Christmas plans and you would just spend the day cooped up in your house. Wanda wouldn't let you do that. "Welp, that's all the gifts! Hope you and kids have a nice winter break!"

Wanda grabbed your coat sleeve before you could walk out of the house. She pulled your back flush against her chest. "I'd really appreciate it if you showed up." Her hands slid to your front and zipped up your jacket. She considered giving you a kiss on the cheek, but the moment was ruined by her twins' disgust.

"Noo, don't let mom give you cooties!"

You burst out into laughter at Tommy's interjection. "There's no cootie giving here. I promise your mom doesn't like me that way." The words sounded neutral leaving your mouth, but they disappointed you. "I'm sure Ms — Wanda wants someone her own age and more capable." You giggled to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm off to work! Call me if you need help wrapping stuff!"

"Fine, but the offer still stands!"

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Christmas day had arrived and you were nowhere to be found. The whole neighborhood and their relatives had packed themselves into her house, but you were just a ghost.

"Wow Wands, I'm surprised you haven't been showing off that new plaything of yours yet." Agatha's teasing voice filled the air. "Their car's still parked. They can't have gone far."

Wanda frowned at Agatha's description of you. "They're not my plaything and even if they were, I wouldn't show them off like some dog." Deep down, she knew part of that wasn't true. She'd happily show you around like a new puppy if you'd let her, but you weren't hers to show off. Not yet at least. "I'll go check on them, but promise not to say anything weird if they come over." Wanda grabbed her coat and made her way to your front door. At first, she just looked around to see if you were there. Maybe you'd been picked up by someone else when she wasn't looking out her kitchen window and hoping you'd walk over to her house. The adorable sight of you sleepily hunched over your laptop was all the confirmation she needed.

The knock on your door startled you. You climbed off your kitchen countertop and opened the door. Wanda standing in front of your door with her arms crossed was not what you expected at all. "Oh, hey Wanda." You stood up straighter and fixed your clothes. "Is everything alright, do you need me to watch the boys?" It confused you when Wanda shook her head. You peeked over to her house and noticed all the cars lined up in front of her house. "Oh, your Hanukkah party! How's that going?"

Wanda could only sigh. "No dear, it's my Christmas party. You know, the one I invited you to last week?" She watched as your face fell. You looked like a kid that just got caught with their hand in a cookie jar. "You're not taking anything from anyone by coming. Just a few hours, that's all I want." Her heart nearly exploded watching you shift from side to side.

"Why are you so nice to me all the time? I'm just your neighbor." Being defensive when you had no excuse wasn't a good habit, but you'd rather die than have Wanda waste another ounce of her kindness on you. "I'll be fine. My heat is back on and I've got enough food. Just go have fun." You got ready to close the door only for Wanda to put her foot in the hinge.

"I'm nice to you because I like you." It was Wanda's turn to blush. Karma for all the times she'd left you a stuttering mess for her own amusement. "I understand if you're not interested, but every time I see you I just get the urge to take care of you. It makes me sad seeing you overwork yourself and huddle up in your house all day." She gripped your door frame hoping you'd be at least kind enough to reject her softly.

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute. None of the words swirling in your head made sense. You were overjoyed at Wanda's confession, but you didn't wanna seem like a nerd in front of her. "...I'll…I'll go to your party, just let me get washed up first." You slowly opened the door and let Wanda into your home. "Sit down if you'd like, I'll be showering upstairs."

While you showered and rehearsed your own confession, Wanda roamed your house. There wasn't much, but you cared for what you had. The video games were neatly stacked and organized, your couch and furniture had just been cleaned, and the fruit washed and ready to eat. "You really do a good job at keeping… What is that?" The compliments on your house care were cut off by Wanda's astonishment at the sweater you choose to wear.

You looked down at your sweater and smiled happily. "Oh, I got it from the store I work at. I didn't get to wear it last year so I'm bringing it out today…do you like it?" The graphic skeleton with a Santa hat, mug of hot liquid, and decorations in its chest cavity wasn't exactly what Wanda expected of your style, but it was cute on you regardless.

"I think it's very cute. Now let's go, people we ask questions if they don't see me after a while."

You grabbed Wanda's hand and tugged it before she reached the door. "I really like you too. I understand if you want to go slow because of the boys, but I'm willing to commit." The seriousness on your face was foreign. "I'll try not to be such a hermit!"

Wanda kissed your cheek and simply led you back to her house. It was obvious you had practiced your confession, but she could always tease you about it later. Thankfully, not many people noticed how long she was gone so you were able to sneak into the crowd without too many questions. Of course, nothing escaped Agatha's watchful eyes but Wanda shielded you from her invasive questions.

Christmas was the first time you had stayed until the end of an event. Sure you had the ulterior motives of making a good impression on Wanda, but you genuinely had fun and hadn't noticed the hours ticked by. Cleaning and putting the boys to bed took a while, but you were satisfied to see Wanda's house back to its original state.

"Here! I meant to give you this when you first came over, but you were too busy partying to notice." Wanda carefully placed a box down on the countertop and smiled. She giggled at your hesitation. "You're not gonna refuse a Christmas gift from your girlfriend, are you?"

The title made your face hot. "That's a low blow, especially for you!" You carefully pulled off the wrapping paper and lifted the lid. Your heart stopped once you saw what was inside. "Wanda, this is almost a thousand dollars worth of equipment! I can't accept this, I didn't get you anything."

While you mulled over a way to pay Wanda back, her mind began to wander. "I can think of a few ways you can pay me back," She whispered. Her hands cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. It was a lot deeper than the ones she imagined giving you before. "A few more of those and we'll be even. Yeah?"

"Yeah."

[nowoyas]

Koi no Yokan 2: notes on nishinoya yuu (Nishinoya Yuu/Reader)

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Summary: Your suitor orbits around you like the sun. How can you help but to observe him?

Warnings and tags: none in particular for this chapter!

Word count: 4400+

Nishinoya Yuu, character trait #1: does not do anything halfway.

You knew this even before you managed to pry his name from him, of course: aside from first-meeting marriage proposals, he practices to the fullest, moves fluidly in a way that's sort of enchanting. It's a little scary watching him, the way he throws his entire body into preventing the ball from hitting the floor. His recruitment efforts are the same: full-bodied and enthusiastic.

It follows that he'd double down immediately following your official introduction. His recruitment tactics appear to be tied directly into his determination to get you to marry him. Until yesterday, you'd come to expect being immediately greeted and complimented upon your arrival in the gym, so it's hardly surprising to hear a shout of your name as you fuss with the tongue of your shoe this morning.

"Good morning, [name]-san! Please agree to marry me today!"

A startled laugh bubbles out of you. You look up to greet him as he approaches. "Morning, Nishinoya-senpai. Do you, like, mine that energy from somewhere? I could use some."

He laughs, shakes his head. "No, sorry, it's all naturally made right here." He thumps his chest. "You'll have to plug me in if you wanna steal any."

"Fine, fine, you can keep your secrets, but you're still gonna have to ask me nine-hundred and ninety-six more times."

He huffs, helps you to your feet. "I'll get there in no time, just you wait!"

"Uh-huh, sure." You roll your eyes.

"So what are you thinking so far?"

"Thinking?"

"About joining as our manager! We'll look really cool with three managers, you know. And I gotta keep you close so I can convince you to marry me!"

"Right." You snort. "One, I'm pretty sure Yachi-san hasn't agreed yet, either, which means you might still end up with just two even if I agree, but—two—I've been so caught up with just trying to figure out what to call everyone and make half a sense of what's going on when you guys play that I've got no brain space left to figure out if I actually wanna do this, sorry. No decisions yet."

"Do you have plans for lunch, then? I can teach you, so you know how awesome we are when you watch our practice match later."

Right, the club adviser had told all of you yesterday that he'd accepted a last-minute practice match. "No plans, no."

"Great! You were in 1-5, right? I'll come kidnap you."

You're not sure saying you're free necessarily counts as agreeing, but, shit, you do need the help. "Fine, fine, go warm up or whatever. I'm pretty sure you're not here to flirt with me."

"Excuse you, I was born to flirt with you!"

"Senpai," you say, firm yet playful. "Go practice."

Yachi is staring at you in awe when you greet her. "How do you have the strength of heart to actually flirt? I think my heart would explode if I even tried!"

"Flirting?" You tilt your head. "I mean, he was probably flirting. I was just—bantering or something. I dunno."

"Is… is there a difference? Ah! Not that I'm trying to argue with you or anything, just—"

You laugh, shake your head. "You're fine. I'm just giving him some time to figure himself out, and then I'm sure he'll forget I even exist. In the meantime, might as well have fun with it, right?"

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Nishinoya Yuu, character trait #2: surprisingly helpful.

You very nearly forgot, over the course of the morning, that you had agreed to eat lunch with your suitor. (Note to self: get used to thinking of him by name before you accidentally call him "my suitor" where someone can hear you.) He's happy to remind you, chiefly by showing up at the door to your classroom and scaring you shitless by shouting your name. Between the way you visibly startle and the part where you've been sought out by name twice in the past few weeks, he's really risking letting your classmates know you're a real person and not just part of the background.

Blessedly, he does not greet you with his usual. The last thing you need right now is for your classmates to think about the two of you. Thinking about you at all is annoying enough.

You grab your lunch and meet him at the door, already sighing with a smile. "Someone didn't forget, I see."

He mocks offense as you fall into step beside him. "What did I do to make you think I could ever forget you?"

"Hm, I think it's just your general vibe?"

He huffs, crosses his arms. "I'll have to set you straight, then!"

"Looking forward to it. Where, exactly, are we going, by the way?"

"The roof! It's nice out today."

"And if I'm afraid of heights?"

"You're not, but I'll protect you, anyway!"

You laugh, let him lead you to a secluded corner of the rooftop. "You're so confident. I really could be, you know."

"You probably wouldn't bring it up like that if you were. And most people scared of heights don't spend their lunch staring out of the third floor window."

"Point taken." You settle in, spread out your bento box as he produces his own.

"Your lunch looks so good," he says. "Did you make it yourself?"

He's edging dangerously close to a raw wound, and this here is why you're so adamant on remaining detached. "Uh, yeah. Didn't feel like cooking much last night."

He notices the shift in your tone. Nods. Before he can decide to do something stupid and pry into your personal life, you redirect.

"Alright, Senpai, let's get started. I seem to recall someone was going to help me figure out what's happening in volleyball so I'm not totally lost this afternoon?"

He brightens up in an instant. "Right! I hope you brought your notebook, this one's gonna be on the test."

He laughs when you do actually pull a small notebook out of your pocket, along with a pen. "Ready."

"Perfect! Okay, so..."

To his credit, he clearly knows what he's talking about. You'd hope so, given that he's, you know, a volleyball player, but even so, he explains the sport to you in simple, easy terms. He's surprisingly patient, pauses to let you take notes as he goes over the different positions. Swells with pride as he explains his own position—libero, apparently—and takes extra time to explain it in detail. The fact that he's a libero seems to be the reason you never see him spiking in practice like everyone else—he's not allowed to when it comes to matches.

More than his explanations, you can't help but notice the way he talks about volleyball: eyes lit up, somehow even more animated than usual. Like it's something he loves, instead of just something he does.

…you can't remember the last time you felt that way about something.

"So what I'm getting from this, thanks to my very detailed notes and your very useful explanations…" You make a show of reviewing your notes before you continue. "PVP 'Don't Let the Ball Touch the Floor'. That's it."

He tosses his head back with laughter. "Please marry me."

"Give me a rundown of everyone's names so I don't have to ask and make it awkward, ask another nine hundred and ninety-five times, and sure."

He does just that—rough description, full name, year, and, just for your benefit, he lists what positions they play, too.

"Honestly, the best way to learn is gonna be to watch specific players during a match instead of just watching the ball. You'll figure it out pretty quick just by seeing how each position actually acts on the court."

You nod. "Alright, I can do that. And, uh, thanks for all your help today. I really do appreciate it."

He flashes a grin your way. "You can thank me by starting with watching the libero today. I'll play better if I know your eyes are on me."

You roll your eyes as you start packing up your lunch. "Right. I'll watch someone today, at least."

He walks you back to your classroom, waves you off with a too-loud "see you at practice later!". Leaves you standing in the hall next to your classroom door with a lingering smile on your lips.

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Nishinoya Yuu, character trait #3: horrible for your image.

Lunch left you with a buzzy sort of anticipation for the afternoon. Shimizu has given you the rundown on what you need to do today. You and Yachi will be scorekeeping during the practice match while she keeps stats. Easy enough.

Before that, though, Shimizu asks one of you to help carry and set out the jerseys. You volunteer immediately, mostly because you feel like you'll be less likely to get inundated with guys asking you if they can help you carry things if they're not there. Yachi stays back to set out chairs.

This is how, just after the team from the other school arrives, you finish stacking jerseys on a chair and are immediately assaulted—or maybe graced?—by the sight of twelve shirtless athletes.

This is how, cheeks burning too hot, you find yourself with your face in your hands, eyes peeking through your fingers, unable to tear them away from lean, muscular torsos in every direction.

This is how Nishinoya finds an opening to laugh at you, the bastard, like you're just supposed to know where to look right now. He waggles his eyebrows, grins smugly at you.

"See anything you like, [name]-san?"

"Oh shut up," you reply, voice pitching into an embarrassing whine in reply.

He leans in close, grin widening. "I think that's a yes. You know, if you just married me, you wouldn't need to be shy about it—"

Before you can hit him, you find that one of the other guys has already beat you to the (in this case, literal) punch. Another second year, you're pretty sure—if you remember your notes from lunch correctly, the name Ennoshita comes to mind. "How many times do we have to tell you not to scare the new managers off? Quit trying to flirt and put your shirt on."

"I'm not scaring her off!" he protests even as he grabs his jersey. "Right?"

You try your best not to come across too embarrassed when you lift your head from your hands. "I dunno, you might be," you tease. "Nine hundred and ninety-four, by the way."

He pulls his shirt on at last, saving you from having to think too hard about his bare chest. Ennoshita gives him a purposeful look, and he pouts and rushes off to playfully bully a third year. (Per Nishinoya: Azumane, but everyone calls him Asahi; be harsh with him, he needs to strengthen his heart. You will not be doing that.) Before he launches into whatever he has to say to Azumane, you swear you catch him casting a worried look back you-ways.

It feels so out of place on him that you're sure you imagined it.

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Nishinoya Yuu, character trait #4: serious (only when playing volleyball?).

The guys have a sort of aura that washes over them the moment they step onto the court. One moment: bickering, (jokingly?) threatening one another, at least three visibly anxious to the point where even you (just learned their names sort of, still checking your notes whenever you can get away with it) can tell they're anxious about the practice match. The next: silent, determined looks, a sort of dignity that leaves both you and Yachi stunned.

When the time comes, you and Yachi sit by the scoreboard with Shimizu, who sits off to the side with a notebook and pencil in hand. Your task is simple enough: if the ref signals a point for Karasuno, you flip the number up one. If he signals a point for Ougi Nishi, that's Yachi's job. The signals were not clarified to either of you so far, but Shimizu assures you that those two, at least, will be obvious, and you'll have time to pick the others up as you go.

Kageyama starts the match off the way you've traditionally assumed volleyball to be: tall guy hit ball real hard. The difference is, outside of the practices you've seen so hard, the sheer impact leaves the gym silent.

The ref raises an arm towards Karasuno's side of the court. Yeah, okay, that signal's obvious enough. You flip the score as the guys cheer. Ougi Nishi looks utterly stunned, and oh—maybe that serve was amazing even to people who are actually experienced in volleyball. Nishinoya did mention that Kageyama is pretty well-known as a good player.

Oh, right. He also told you to watch specific players to learn a bit more about the positions.

For now, you keep your eyes on Kageyama for a few points. He's a… setter, you think it was? He'll be the only one on Karasuno's side of the court playing that position if he doesn't get switched out, so it seems like a good place to start.

"E-everything's so fast," Yachi breathes. "How do you even keep track of that?"

You nod, lean over a bit. "Nishinoya-senpai suggested watching specific players at a time to get a good sense for what they're actually doing, instead of just watching the ball."

"Ohh. Then… I'll watch Hinata. Who're you watching?"

"Kageyama-san. It seemed like the easiest—"

The ball that had just left Kageyama's hands hit the ground in an instant. At some point, Hinata had entered the equation.

"…what was that? Wasn't that way faster than the other spikes?"

Shimizu laughs softly beside you. "Those two are the only ones who can pull that quick off. It's a big part of Karasuno's offense."

"It's amazing," Yachi says.

You nod in silence. Flip the score as another point comes.

"If you're even one step behind him, you can't catch up," Shimizu says. "And if you focus on him…"

Three of Ougi Nishi move to block Hinata. The one with the shaved head—Tanaka, close with Nishinoya, part of Shimizu's fan club—spikes in turn, unbothered by anyone at all.

"…then someone else on the court will punish you for it."

You glance back at her. At the smile on her lips—a little prideful, understated and overly pretty. No wonder Nishinoya and Tanaka are obsessed with her.

Karasuno takes the first set, leading by several points. For the second set, you switch targets. You did sort of promise you'd watch Nishinoya for a little bit, and it's not like that different-colored jersey doesn't make your eyes naturally draw his way anyway. For some reason, he's in an orange version of what everyone else is wearing. You're pretty sure anyone with even slightly less confidence wouldn't be able to pull it off.

"Hey, Shimizu-senpai?"

"Mm?"

"Why does Nishinoya-senpai wear a different-colored jersey, anyway?"

"Oh, that's because he's the libero. Liberos have to follow a bunch of different rules that don't apply to the other players, so he wears a different color to make it easy for the referee to catch it if he violates one of these rules."

You wince. "Ouch. So it's literally to force eyes on him?"

"Basically."

"I think I'd hate that," Yachi says.

"Kinda suits him, though."

You settle into watching and score-keeping, your eyes tracking Nishinoya as he plays. He's fluid, confident. Moves for the ball almost before you recognize that he would even need to. More than once, he's in exactly the right spot on the court, like he knew he'd need to be there. You'd noticed the bruises on his arms, correctly assumed they came from volleyball after some time watching him play, but now you fully understand exactly where they come from—the force of the spikes he picks up, the way he throws himself onto the floor with reckless abandon just to get the ball up. Every now and then, you catch sight of his expression—pure focus on nothing but the ball, nothing but the game. It's enough to make you shiver.

He's entrancing.

When the match is over, Karasuno winning two to zero, you help where you can (which isn't much—apparently, the guys are supposed to handle all the cleaning and you're supposed to sit there and look pretty) and listen to Yachi gush to Hinata. They're… slightly incomprehensible.

"That was so—so—it was like—"

"Like a feeling of whoosh, right!?"

"Exactly!"

From behind you, in a tired voice: "Am I the only one who can't understand half of anything he says?"

You stifle a laugh. This one would be Tsukishima, then. The overly tall one. He's sarcastic and kind of an asshole. He's not rude all the time, though. He's probably more your type of person than most people here. "I think it's one of those things where you just have to let the feeling carry you instead of trying to understand."

"Yeah, that's great if you can feel anything. I just feel confused. Or maybe annoyed."

"Hey, it's a feeling. That's something."

Yachi catches your eye by bowing to Hinata. "It's just that you guys are so amazing, and I'm—I mean, a townsperson B like me joining such amazing people is—"

…yeah, you get that.

"Now that you mention it, I played that role, too!"

"Eh? Y-you did?"

Kageyama snickers behind Hinata, and whatever moment Yachi had been having has already passed as the boys dissolve into their usual bickering. You guess she's just… hung up on low self-esteem? Is that all this is?

You change out with Yachi, mind wandering as you get into your school uniform. It's not like you need friends. There's a reason you're at the end of the first term and still—mostly—eating lunches alone. You don't care about all that stuff. You've got more important things to worry about. But…

She's skittish, and you kind of want to protect her like the little sister you never had. That's it.

"Hey, Yachi-san?"

She squeaks, head snapping to you like you've caught her doing something wrong. "S-sorry!"

You blink. "…for what?"

It's sort of amazing how clearly you can see her train of thought careening as she panics, trying to figure out what, exactly, you expect her to apologize for right now. She stammers something, and you laugh.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to walk home together. If we both decide to do this, it'll be good to actually be friends, right?"

…not that you think you'll do this.

"Oh! U-um, sure, I just think—I mean, are you okay with being friends with someone like me?"

"You realize you're just, like, a normal girl, right?" She flinches at the words, giving you a wounded look. You sigh. "That… came out wrong. I mean you're not uniquely bad or something. You're not any worse than anyone else at this school."

"Oh… I'm sorry. I guess I just…"

"Get caught up in your head, right?" You smile, tilt your head as you finish adjusting your bow. "Me too. I think my 'caught up in my head' is just a little lower-energy than yours, that's all."

"R-really? You always seem so cool!"

You laugh, slipping your bag onto your shoulder as she does the same. "Thanks. Trust me, I'm very careful to do that on purpose. I don't want people approaching me just because they feel bad, you know?"

"I mean, you do always look a little lonely at lunch and stuff, but—oh my god I'm so sorry that felt bad to say—"

"Oi. If you keep apologizing, I'm literally going to tell you not to apologize to me. Then you're going to apologize for apologizing, and I'm gonna tell you to stop apologizing, and then you're going to apologize for apologizing again, and we're going to get caught in an endless feedback loop and die in a vicious cycle of unnecessary apologies. Is that what you want?"

She pauses. Laughs. "No, I guess not."

"As for looking lonely… I didn't realize people could see that, I guess. But I'm the one to blame. I'd probably have more friends if I really tried, but, you know. Didn't feel like it, I guess."

"Is that why you agreed to try out managing?"

You shrug. "Kind of? It was more just that it's something to do. Keeps me out of the house and all that."

"Do you think you'll stay on?"

"Well…" You trail off. "I don't have a strong reason not to. I'm just not sure I have a strong reason to stick with it. Y'know?"

She nods.

"What about you? I overheard you talking with Hinata a little bit earlier. You didn't sound too convinced. Impressed, maybe, but not convinced."

She rubs the back of her neck. "I… I want to, I just…" A sigh. "I don't know if I should? Everyone's so passionate, and I'm just… here. I guess it'd be rude."

"I think it's fine to do it just because you want to."

"Do you not want to?"

"I don't not want to." And that's the issue, isn't it? "I guess that's my hangup. Too lukewarm. It's something to do, and they're kinda fun, and it's cool to watch. Is that enough reason to say yes?"

She watches the sky as she responds. "Earlier, before you got to the changing room, Shimizu-senpai was saying that she didn't really know anything about volleyball or being a manager when she joined. She said it's enough to be a little curious at the start, and the rest can come with time."

You walk the rest of the way in silence. At your turn, you stop and offer her a smile. "This is me. Thanks for walking back with me. I'll think about managing if you do."

She smiles. "Sure! It's a deal!"

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Nishinoya Yuu, character trait #5: oddly considerate.

The shout of your name comes not long after leaving the house in the morning. You'd spent the night the usual way—cook, clean, finish homework, play video games until you can't justify waiting up any longer— so you're nice and groggy when a certain someone chases you down.

"I thought that looked like you! Have you always lived on this street?"

You raise an eyebrow. "Good morning. You're starting to graduate to stalker, you know."

He winces. "I swear I'm not. Look, I live right there. That girl leaving the house right now is my older sister." He waves at the girl in question—she's definitely way older than the both of you, dressed in work clothes instead of school clothes as she leaves a nearby house. Long, dark hair. From this distance, probably taller than Nishinoya. "Nee-san! Kaede!"

She jolts, looks up at the shouting. "It's too early in the morning for this! What do you want?"

"I'm trying to prove I'm not a stalker!"

She looks at you. Looks back at Nishinoya. Laughs. "He's totally a stalker. Please get him arrested before his six-in-the-morning shouting bothers the neighbors. Again."

…thinking back, you do recall more than one study session being interrupted by loud neighbors over the course of your life. "Oh my god you're actually my neighbor. I think you've actually woken me up before."

The thought is… honestly? A bit unsettling. What are the chances he's up-to-date on neighborhood gossip from two years ago?

He grins sheepishly. "Sorry?"

"You'd better be," you grumble. "Let me guess, this proves we're soulmates?"

"Hey, you're the one who brought up soulmates, not me. I'm sort of glad I caught you, though." He rubs the back of his neck, looks actually worried as he mulls over something. "Are you like, really okay with the whole 'marry me' thing and all that?"

You blink in surprise. "…I'm sort of surprised you're even asking, actually."

"Well, yeah, of course I'm asking. Chikara joked about it yesterday, but I don't actually want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable. I'll stop and not chase you down on the way to school and all that if you want."

…huh. Okay. Interesting. Way more thoughtful than he looks.

Not that he doesn't look thoughtful. Or that he looks un-thoughtful. Thoughtless. Just… you know what? I'm losing the thread here. Whatever. He's thoughtful, okay?

Still, you smile. Tilt your head. "I'm not uncomfortable, Senpai. Weirdly, even less uncomfortable knowing that you care enough to check."

"Of course! No real man's gonna make a lady uncomfortable if he can avoid it!"

You snort. "Somehow, I feel like that's the reverse of the usual thought process, but, sure. I'll take it."

He breaks off into a yawn before he can reply. Oddly, he's kind of cute when he—stop that.

The urge to tease him, however, is too strong to resist. "Aren't you normally the hyperactive one in the mornings? What, couldn't sleep last night? Stay up playing video games or something?"

He glares playfully. "For your information, I was studying."

"Ooh, studying. Definitely not cramming everything last-minute before final exams because you're worried about the Tokyo games, right?"

He does not reply. Got it in one.

"You realize how much less it'd suck for you if you actually studied the rest of the time?"

"How do you know I don't study the rest of the time?"

You arch a brow. "I'll be nice and say it was just because I said 'cramming' for finals. People who study the material all semester don't cram."

"I bet you don't have any trouble with studying at all," he grumbles. "My brain's been melting. It just rolls right off."

You huff. "Do you want some study tips? It's not like I can teach you the actual material, being your underclassman and all, but, like, I'm willing to bet actual money you're just rereading your notes all the times and then feeling like you're barely understanding anything. I can probably point you to a more effective approach."

His jaw drops. "What are you, psychic? I'll buy you a popsicle after practice today."

"That one's also because you're cramming last minute. Most people who study the whole time figure out all the tricks that make studying actually useful." You roll your eyes. "And you don't have to buy me anything. It's fine."

He stares at you a long, long moment. "I sort of feel like you might be judging me, but I don't care. Marry me."

"Is that a yes to the study tips, or like what?"

"Yes. Please."

You laugh. "Alright, then. If you actually listen to what I tell you and ask another nine hundred ninety-three times, I'll think about marrying you."

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[pastel-peach-writes]

BAELOYYY YASSS!!! Would you be down to write some fluff👀 like aloy and fem!reader stumble upon a pretty lake or something and they're just messing around and maybe the reader get hit with a wave of mischief and pushes her in? Or!! Aloy teaches her how to override a little watcher to have a cute little buddy to keep them company and angjkwkw (can you tell that when i played the game i kept wishing that i could pet the watchers after i befriended them? lol) Thank youuu you're the best!! XD

Hiii! I'm so sorry I'm writing this late. I'm going to do both, but I'm really interested in a mischievous reader so i will do the first one. enjoy!

Cool Off | Aloy x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: It was supposed to be a relaxed day. After training for the Proving, you and Aloy decided it would be nice to have lunch by a secluded lake. Aloy isn't too fond of what follows.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: No Use Of Y/n, Pre-Game One Discovery, Cursing

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

The sun during high noon was nothing compared to the afternoon sun in the Sacred Lands. Though the sun wasn't exactly overhead, the closer it got to its sunset position, the brighter the sun shined. Its beams and rays on your skin made sweat beads appear on your forehead and roll down your face.

"Come on," Aloy's voice snapped you out of your misery. All you could hear was her items cling and clang against each other as you scaled a mountainside. The heavy swish of her leather and the smashing of the gravel underneath seemed familiar somehow. "It's not that far from here. You'll make it."

"Says you," you seethed. "Not all of us were blessed with an endurance only lions had. And not everyone has ridiculous leg muscles such as yours." You went on all fours to climb over a decent-sized rock, but its surface burned your skin. You winced and let go of the rock.

You lose your footing on the loose gravel and your heart sinks down to your stomach. You can't think of anything but your impending doom.

That is until there's a strong grip on your wrist.

Aloy pulled you up with a slight grunt. She shook her head with a teasing smile as she moved you beside her. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to talk shit while scaling a mountain?"

You narrowed your eyes. Of course, she would take this as a moment to mess with you. Despite the tensed jaw and urge to flick her ear, you're grateful for her fast reflexes.

Aloy was always the one to catch you before you fell or to get you out of trouble. You don't know how she does it.

It started when y'all were six.

She was training with Rost and you were with the grade-school kids. You wandered off, distracted by a butterfly and then the pretty flower it landed on. Engrossed in the beauty of nature, you didn't notice how far away you were from your group. Once you realized they were gone, it was too late.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The feeling of impending doom dawned upon you and you couldn't help but wail. You cried and cried as you sat flat on your tush.

Again, not aware of the things around you, you couldn't see that you were attracting the attention of a few watchers. How could you notice anyways? You were a kid who thought they lost their ticket home. You thought you were never going to see your family again.

Hell, you sure weren't as heavy footsteps of machinery quickly made their way toward you.

With tears clouding your eyesight, you turned around to see an alerted watcher running towards you. It was on a mission and you were its target.

You brought your arms up to block your face. Your heartbeat threatened to explode out of your chest and your tears were hysterical at this point.

You were never going to see your parents again. You were sure of it when the watcher came five feet within you.

But then all of a sudden, the watcher fell to its side. Almost as if it's been shot with something. You froze. This is what everyone saw before they died, right?

A small girl with red hair and a blue headpiece came running over to you.

At that moment, you couldn't decipher who she was or what she was saying. Everything was a blur and you felt as if you blacked out.

Eventually, an older man walked over and the three of you went to find your group. You were silent the whole time, but grateful. If it wasn't for that girl and her rocks, you would've been dead.

Since then, Aloy was always there to save you. You were sure it was exhausting for her. It was exhausting for you to get into trouble all the time. Eventually, you stopped getting yourself into danger less and less, but you never stopped seeing her. Even though she was shunned, you didn't care.

You two were attached by the hip.

Because Aloy was in tune with the constant danger that roamed the planet, you've always wanted to catch her off guard. Maybe you could do that now while the two of you are supposed to be "relaxing".

"Shut up, Aloy. Thank you for saving me." You let a smile show on your lips as you walked past her. At the top of wherever the hell Aloy wanted to take you was flat. There were bushes, rarely any trees, thin bushes, and a lake near the cliff edge.

The mountaintop wasn't a place for hiding, so there weren't any evil-ass robots trying to murder you either.

You sat at the edge of the lake. It was a beautiful deep blue and was surrounded by green florals. On occasion, there were some colorful flowers that peaked through the taller portions of the grass.

Aloy sat beside you, groaning like an old man as she did so. "Yeah, of course, but, you don't have to thank me. I appreciate it, but my saving you from the stupid danger you get yourself in is just something that comes with our friendship." With a small grin, she handed you a leather pouch full of food.

In a brief moment, your fingers grazed each other. Neither you nor Aloy flinched or shuddered from it. Finger grazing and long eye contact have been occurring a lot as of late. You didn't question it. You liked the butterflies the actions gave you or how your body felt warm all of sudden.

"Yeah, I know." You took a piece of bread out of the pouch and ripped off a bite.

You and Aloy sat at the lake eating for a while. There were moments of silence, moments of chewing, and moments of conversation. You two were happily laughing away with full bellies by the time you finished lunch.

Aloy sat crosslegged and rested back on her palms. You had your legs stretched out in front of you, crossed at the ankle. Mimicking her stance, you rested back on your palms.

"Ugh, it's so hot!" Aloy groaned. In her dramatics, she threw her head back. She closed her eyes shut as the sun beamed on her.

From the side, you could see she was sweating all the way from her hairline to the back of her neck. You couldn't blame her though. All the gear you had to wear got hot on the worst days and it's not like all the hair she had was keeping her cool either.

"You should cool down, Alo," you hummed. Your gaze remained on her as she shook her head like a toddler.

"I can't! It's too hot!" She fell onto her back. Exasperated, she wiggled her limbs around. "This grass is too itchy and my water isn't cold anymore!"

Laughter erupted from your stomach. You quickly cleaned up the remainder of your lunch. "You're so dramatic, Aloy. There are many ways you could cool down."

Aloy cricked her neck over to you with a pout on her lips. "How?"

"Well, as you mentioned, water." You shoved your trash into your pouch.

Aloy groaned. "You don't listen to me. I said my water isn't cold." Aloy stood from her place on the ground. She figured she should help you clean up instead of whining and rolling on the floor like a toddler.

The water in her flask wasn't the water you were talking about. For Gaia's sake, there's a whole ass lake in front of you two. A little dip in it won't hurt.

It took five minutes to clean up the trash and you would've been done quicker, but you kept messing with Aloy by throwing grass scraps at her or refusing to give her the pouch full of trash.

It was 5 pm now and the sun would be setting soon. Despite the cooler air that usually came around this time, Aloy was still hot. Her skin was sticky and dry, her face scratchy, and the clothes on her were giving her sensory nightmares.

She stood by the lake edge with her eyes closed. She tried to let the freshwater smell take her whole and calm her down, but just like her hair, her anger was firey.

You've been watching Aloy take deep breaths and trying everything she could to calm herself down.

For some reason, neither of you suggested going home.

You both liked the silence the mountaintop provided and the comfortability you two had away from other Noras. She could laugh and joke with you and you could be carefree and mindless with her. You both could be your authentic selves.

Aloy scowled, clenching her fists. You didn't have to see her know her nose was scrunched and her eyebrows furrowed together. You could also bet her lips tensed into a thin line. "Ugh, this sucks!"

"Relax, Aloy."

"I'm trying!" She whipped around to face you. "Can't you see that? This heat is unbearable. I physically can't calm or cool down."

Besides cutting off the oxygen, what was one way you could take out a fire?

Water.

As Aloy continued to ramble and yell about how she couldn't cool off and how unfair it is that she has a full stomach yet couldn't enjoy the feeling of being full, you charged forward.

She was too clouded by her fiery rage to notice.

In the middle of her rant, you pushed your firm hands on Aloy's abdomen. She screamed out your name, but it was drowned out by the enormous splash of the lake.

You hunched over, laughing and holding onto your stomach.

Aloy swam to the surface, her cheeks puffed up. Her freckled cheeks were red, but you couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. "What the fuck was that!"

Through your laughter, you reply, "You need some way to cool down, right? Why not go for a swim?"

Aloy smacked the water's surface. "This isn't funny! Stop laughing!"

Her water smack splashed some water your way, but you didn't mind. You weren't a typical fairytale witch. A bit of water won't kill you. "Oh, come on! You wanna laugh too," you leaned down with your hands on your thighs. "I can see it on your face."

No, what you saw on her face was the spark of a devious plan. Aloy reached out of the water and pulled you in. With another splash, Aloy erupted into laughter.

From beneath the water, you could hear her muffled laughter. Her laughter brought a natural smile to your face, but you had to pretend you were mad at her.

So, when you swam up to the surface, you feigned scowl. Aloy only laughed harder.

"Okay, I get it now!" the freckled girl said. "This is funny. Are you enjoying your swim?" Aloy taunted by sticking out her tongue. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a smile permanently plastered on her face.

If her pulling you into the lake is what it takes to get her to smile, so be it.

You responded with a shrug. A smile threatened its way through. "It could be better."

The golden light from the sun shined onto the water making it clear and crystal. Not to mention how the golden rays brightened up Aloy's hair and face. You never noticed how much darker her hair was when it was wet.

Because of the ethereal sight of Aloy, you couldn't help but admire her. Her green eyes stared back into yours with the same admiring glint.

She was having the same thoughts you were having about her skin, hair, and eyes. Staring into your eyes made time stop. She wouldn't dare to pass up the opportunity of being in forever with you. "You look really pretty," Aloy whispered.

You snickered. "Pretty? That's all you got?" You swam closer to her.

Aloy shrugged, a shy but amused smile on her face. "What am I supposed to call you? Beautiful? Handsome? Charming?" She swam closer to you.

A simple pen could be used to measure the distance between you two.

She snaked her arms around your waist and you put your own around her neck. "Those would suffice." Your voice was softer than before. You made a note to speak slower for clarity, emphasis, and mood.

Similar to her smile, Aloy grinned. She leaned in and you could feel her breath on your skin.

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or hallucinating. Maybe you hit your head as you were pulled into the lake. You closed your eyes to scan your body for any signs of pain, but there weren't any. When you opened your eyes again, you could see Aloy's gaze never left yours.

Your breath hitched. Finally, you leaned in too, threatening to close the gap between you two.

You closed your eyes again, but this time to prepare yourself for the spectacular kiss that was to be blessed upon your lips.

Aloy's lips barely ghosted yours when she stopped. You opened your eyes to find her smirking at you. She pulled away, giving your sides a teasing squeeze.

Now it was your turn to feel fire all over your face and body. Suddenly, the lake's water wasn't doing any justice. "Aloy, you tease!" You huffed as you shoved her shoulders.

Aloy laughed. She stumbled back from your shove. "Oh, what? Did I do something? Was there something you want from me?"

You didn't dare to reply. Instead, you huffed and swam out of the lake. It was all in good fun, you knew that. But damn, it was embarrassing to have your crush know you want to kiss them.

Aloy followed after you, giggles and laughs escaping past her lips. "Hey, hey," she grabbed your wrist. She pulled you to her body and yet again, her eyes didn't dare to leave yours. "Don't be embarrassed, okay? I like you too."

"Who said I like you?" you scoffed.

Aloy looked you up and down. Her smirk made an appearance. "Your body language when we were in the lake. No one leans in, closes their eyes, and holds on tight to someone they don't like."

All you could do was pull away with a slight smile. "You're an asshole."

"Meh, but you like me and I like you too." Aloy wiped some of the water off your face. "Don't worry, Splash, you'll get your kiss soon."

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[lazywolfwiccan]

Hell of an Evolution: New Mutant on the Block

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Stiles Stilinski was a loner, not but choice but by circumstance, until a man named Chris offered him a place to stay and learn to adapt to his powers

Stiles hugged his jacket closer, Chris Argent was adamant that he'd be safe but he wasn't convinced

"We got a lot of kids around your age, you'll be okay" Chris pulled into the driveway. "Wow" Stiles' jaw dropped at the mansion that might've as well have been a castle.

Chris smiled and helped him with his two bags, entering the "school"

"Dad!" A teenage girl ran down the stairs to hug Chris. Stiles flinched away before she could get too close.

"Hey Ally" He laughed. Another teen, a boy with scales and green eyes bolted down the stairs and hugged Stiles tightly.

"No!" "You're new! I'm Jackson! I'm basically half lizard, nothing can hurt me, you're like really pretty!"

Stiles was confused but relieved that the lizard boy was apparently unharmed by his "death touch"

"Jackson, let go before you cause him to have a panic attack" "It's okay" Stiles said quietly

"You'll be rooming with Scott, he's harmless" Chris said, shouldering Stiles' bag. Jackson leapt on top of the stairs and followed the pair

"How many people live here?" "Eleven ish, give or take" Jackson giggled.

Chris opened a door, Scott was laying on his bed, arms over his eyes and red glasses laying beside him.

"Scott" Chris said exasperated. "I know I know" Scott put the glasses on, giving Stiles the vibe of a frat boy douche bag who refused to take his sun glasses off inside

"Scott, this is Stiles, your new roommate" Scott sat up and shook Stiles' gloved hand. "Jackson's already attached so be nice"

Scott laughed and sat back down on his bed. "We have school tomorrow so please let me get a good night's sleep"

"Of course man"

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Stiles got up in the morning tired as hell, Scott waiting for him.

"We eat breakfast and then Peter, he's our teacher basically, drives us to Beacon Hills high so we can get education. We all have cover stories to hide our mutations, as far as humans know I'm color blind and need these"

"What will my cover be?" "Probably some type of skin condition" Scott shrugged.

Stiles smiled at that. The pair went downstairs and into the kitchen. "Morning Scott, new kid" A boy with bronze skin said.

"Stiles" "Danny" Danny smiled in a friendly way. Jackson hopped from upstairs and grinned. "Danny has a sonic scream" Scott said. "Oh cool"

Danny grinned. Jackson tapped a bracelet on his wrist and changed into a human looking teen boy, it was hard to deny that Jackson was extremely attractive.

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Stiles sat as far away from everyone else as possible, Jackson had apparently appointed himself as Stiles' best friend because he was the only one who could touch him, the driver, a man (well he was only eighteen) named Derek, had flinched away from Stiles as soon as he saw him

Kira Yukimura had smiled at him politely, her roommate Lydia Martin had looked at him like he was about to explode.

Erica Reyes had literally hissed at him, the boy attached to her side trying to calm her down. Liam Dunbar looked completely indifferent, his roommate Theo grinning.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills high" Derek said, absolutely bored. Stiles tried to smile at him but Hale again ignored him.

Attitude much?

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"Sir, the mutant school is boring in numbers" Alan Deaton said nervously, whole Deucalion was blind, the mutant man himself was extremely dangerous and temper mental.

"No matter, soon Stilinski will be in my ranks, they'll drive him away, besides we have something they don't"

He turned around. "The twins" Aiden Steiner ran around his cell, trying to find any escape. Ethan Steiner sat cross legged in his, using his telekensis to move blocks around. His twin stopped to catch his breath, Ethan slammed the blocks together. Destroying them

[shakespeareallanpoe]

Thriller

🖤🍁🎃🖤 Happy halloween everyone!! 🖤🍁🎃🖤

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Word Count: 1,938

Warnings: None

Song: Thriller, by Michael Jackson

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It's close to midnight And something evil's lurking in the dark…

  Raven smiled to herself from her spot inside peering through a decorated window. It was dark out and children’s parents were passing them LED candles to light their way as they got ready to enter their public school which had, for the night, been reincarnated as a haunted house. Little did they know the average teens who had volunteered to assist with Jump city’s first halloween haunted house event were the heroes that kept them safe every other day of the year. Over the coms Raven heard static and Damian, who had spared no effort in his immaculate portrayal of Hades, signaled he and his hound Titus, dressed as Cerberus, were in position and ready.

…You see a sight that almost stops your heart You try to scream But terror takes the sound before you make it…

  Waiting just by the entrance for the first wave of excited kids, beast boy, with his green complexion making him a perfect Frankenstein, fired up his boom box and hit the fog machine nearby. As the group turned the corner into the main lobby to the audio sounds of crackling electricity, Raven could hear him dramatically shaking on his fake medical table against his “restrictive” bindings. Some of the kids exclaimed in a mix of fear and excitement at the show.

…You start to freeze As horror looks you right between the eyes You're paralyzed…

  As the audio and probing white lights reached their peak, beast boy suddenly burst from his restraints on the table and began mumbling with arms outstretched. The kids were completely transfixed by the scene and Raven knew the shapeshifter was milking the performance for everything it was worth. Beast boy was the one who came up with the whole idea of a haunted house in the first place, and he had really made an effort these past weeks to make the house and it’s experience unforgettable.

…'Cause this is thriller, thriller night And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight, yeah…

    As according to his script, beast boy shambled to the chemistry table and picked up two beakers, dumping one inside the other in mock curiosity, before dramatically howling when the mixture exploded. Raven couldn’t see him from her angle in the cafeteria, but having to witness his seven- times- a- day rehearsal for the past five days, she knew he had set the beaker down and was desperately clutching at his eyes as if in pain, before he stopped and launched himself towards his audience with a roar, in a false attack which thoroughly thrilled and terrorized. Raven smiled at the startled screams- Garfield really was a natural dramatic. Almost as bad as Nightwing.

…You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun…

  The kids eventually moved on after beast boy began stalling and subtly gesturing towards the next dark hall where the library door was creaking open and the next horror was waiting. They grasped their fake candles in excitement as they moved as a group onwards, hoping for something just as good. Little did they know Dick Grayson, resident theater kid and full time performer in everything he did- despite being a full grown man- was cooly waiting just beyond the door in authentic looking Shakespearian clothes and a fake skull in his hand.

… You close your eyes And hope that this is just imagination Girl, but all the while You hear a creature creepin' up behind You're out of time…

  Striking a dramatic pose from behind the children after slamming the door, Nightwing launched into a passionate speech with his skull as if they were alone in the library, which had been beautifully redecorated to look like a graveyard.  “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.”

… 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl Thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight…

  For good measure, Nightwing continued his charade walking around the shelves of the library, quoting Shakespeare directly as he himself was the philosophical and melancholy prince Hamlet. The kids followed him transfixed as he “distractedly” led them through the foggy, lantern-lit makeshift graveyard and through the exit door where a paper-mâché handmade sculpture of a giant creature with at least forty eyes lay on the ground. Starfire had claimed once that creatures like these lived in the lowlands of her home planet, and when the decorations were being made, everyone insisted that she re-create the thing for the haunted house.

…Night creatures call And the dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time This is the end of your life, ooh…

  A red carpet and black rose petals lined the floor to the next hallway, which led to where Raven knew Kori and all her undead- masquerade- pumpkin- goddess self was waiting. When deciding on a costume the alien hadn’t been able to settle on only one, so naturally it was decided that she would be everything. Raven knew Starfire’s act involved waltzing alone and weeping for her lost lover who died in a fire oh so long ago before he could take her to the autumn festival’s masquerade. Beyond that, Raven wasn’t completely sure what the rest of the alien’s skit was in the corridors of the classroom hallway, but she knew the kids would love it.

… They're out to get you There's demons closin' in on every side They will possess you Unless you change that number on your dial…

  The group was completely out of Raven’s range of hearing now, but she knew Superboy and Wondergirl were waiting as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deets with their demonic themed skit and their “Jump in the Line” choreography  at the ready. Raven adjusted her Celtic witch outfit in wait for her turn, which would be after Jamie’s zombie skater boy routine. She knew she had a bit of time, given that the floor plan dictated that the first group would loop around to the cafeteria the long way to avoid the incoming group beast boy was currently performing for. She busied herself by fiddling with her cauldrons and waited with her lines on the tip of her tongue.

… Now is the time

For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen I'll make you see…

  Out of the corner of her eye she saw Damian, or rather Hades, looking for all the world like a proper king of hell atop of his dark throne. In preparing for halloween night, the two had worked together to make many of the spooky props while the others were busy with their own tasks. Raven had been impressed with his obvious artistic eye and skill, and while at first he seemed slightly defensive, she reminded him she was only impressed. Not assuming. They had shared a pleasantly soft moment together, and from that afternoon two days ago into halloween, Raven took the credit for all the more artistic works to save Damian from any required explanation in front of the team. Damian in return had silently painted a small watercolor of her and Titus playing a few hours before the team left for the haunted house that day. The painting was carefully hidden in her bookshelf now, but when he looked over and nodded at her from his room, Raven could feel the kind gesture in her heart as well.

… That this is thriller, thriller night 'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try Thriller, thriller night So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller Chiller, thriller here tonight…

  Raven didn’t want to think about it, she didn’t even know why she was, but in the dark strobing red and black lights in his underworld room, Damian looked undeniably handsome and regal. Titus was laying at his feet like the faithful hound he was, and together they painted a picture of strength and power. Over the past years he had made incredible progress, and while neither ever pushed the other, the time they spent together was always welcome and comfortable and more often than not, revealed to the other more of who they were. Even in battle they shared a kind of thrill when it was only them, paired up against all the evil in the world and ready to take it on. That peace, that comfort which they both held with the other, it was a gentle constant that both Raven, and on some level perhaps Damian as well, knew was welcome. It was something they built together in the chaos of their lives, in the face of their absent childhood, who was long killed by their inheritance before they were born it seemed.

…'Cause this is thriller, thriller night Girl, I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try Thriller, thriller night So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller…

  Raven could sense Titus’s impatience. He was still young and to be honest, probably hated his halloween costume almost as Damian did. Raven wasn’t there when Damian walked in on his brother and Kori outfitting his great dane for that night, but it was clear that Damian still took a firm stance in believing it to be animal cruelty. On hearing the kids approaching, Raven shook her thoughts from the boy on the throne and stood with her face lit against the fog and changing colors of her cauldron, speaking when the group entered the “witches cottage”:

“…Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y'all's neighborhood …

…And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse's shell…”

  The group listening to her cryptic chant, which consisted of two pirates, one vampire, a fairy, a fluffy hedgehog onesie that might have a kid inside, and what Raven could only assume was the bee from the Cherrios box, to their credit gave her their full attention before Titus burst in. Damian came running after and tried to command his hellhound into obedience, but at the same time the children were excitedly shouting and chasing the puppy, resulting in the opposite effect. The result was a solid two minutes of pure, unfiltered chaos before Damian eventually scooped up Titus in his arms amongst the strewn decorations and halloween props. Shooting a glance at Raven and knowing the kids wouldn’t be calm enough to let her resume her chant, he elegantly finished the haunted house tour with all the grace of a god of the underworld:

“The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzly ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom…

…And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller.”

[memoryoflooping]

i love the characters to bits, and i'm still insane about the thing that happened during the tutorial.

loop 13 - (why did it skip?) i forgot to press the switch. oopsie! YESSSSSS bonnie KILL. guesswork on that last question tbh i wasn't sure if i remembered i'm gonna cryyyyy why does loop not look at everyone? i guess they're supposed to be secret? for the love of god can i just hand this damn star the flower UHHHHHHH SIF JUST KILLED THE FUCK OUTTA THAT SADDNESS HOLY SHIT???? everyone looks so scared… he killed that thing super dead it looped on its own……….. sif????? sif doing that????? TIMELOOP HAUNTED???? WHAT WAS THAT???? GHOST SIFFRIN???/ odile heads or tails wins seem to be consistant, she's winning multiple times in a row another ghost on the second floor????? what????? still wondering what the spreadsheet in the head housemaiden's office is for??? why would she need this… they forgot how to see colors??? uh oh. odile might be on to siffrin. oops ? siffrin just cut himself on glass in front of everyone???? i guess the death conversation explains the ghosts? mira has papers about… people???? basic questions… maybe she wants more friends? star crest saddness smell sugary? siffrin tasted sugar in his throat… king made the saddness… hmmm sif learned a paper move awesome ? guess i should've expected it after the rock one fuck yessssss new sif weapon… knifekey sweep -ok ok thinking on after some sleep, the 3 culprits for causing the timeloop are loop, the king and sif, but i don't have much of any whys for any of them… siffrin actively does not want to be in the loop but the tutorial thing is def implying something, if it was the king it would loop when he died… loop seems the most possible… but i don't know what motive they'd have. maybe they react the way they do to the drawing is bc they know someone will die? looping to prevent someone's death? they said they wanted to be here… but maybe its that they needed to be? -ODILE IS SO ONTO ME, "you look a little out of it"… fuckkkkk "YOU'VE BEEN WEIRD SINCE YESTERDAY" OH GOD SHE KNOWS -the king froze vaugarde because its "perfect"? because it welcomes travlers with no name…. hmmm… siffrin no middle name no last name…. -the king is not doing it… i wonder if the party will comment on it after… since siffrin just said basically it -there's a scent around him…? the sugar…? -its happening again with the head housemaiden… burnt sugar again loop 14 -YES I GET TO DRAG ODILE AROUND YES -house with no flowers has the familytale… -HELP WE'RE ON A WILD GOOSE CHASE. -sif looks like they haven't slept in weeks? do they not actually sleep when it loops. uh oh -this book has been around fucking everywhere i swear -also the change god statue changed i swear to god. was it doing that before and i just didn't play attention -there's no research… -half vaugardian. huh! -ohhhhh, i understand… the split connection to your history…. a culture that should've been mine but isn't… yeah… -loop likes being in the sun -bonding proposals? -WE HAVE ISABEAU AT HOME HELP -awh poor mira feeling pressured to date -siffrin like just don't think about it -awhhh stargazing together -oh wow sif is so smart he's so good at talking about planets and the sun i know it -TRANS ISA WINNNN!!!! -stop being gay. dinnertime biiiitch

-i love all of these guys :-) -i just fucking realized after all of that i forgot to ask about time craft. i'm fucking booboo the fool -whatever i'll explode via tear and go up to the 3rd floor for the area i didn't check out loop 17 - -WOAHHHHH this room is so sick… biggg window. star charts? loop 19 - -ok we are doing this right THIS time!!!!!! -there's a chance the party will remember if sif does? -UH OOPS? I made sif remember something with the coin hoping loop would react -"you'll always forget about the things you love" siffrin are you good buddy???? -ok i'll do isa's event again tomorrow god fucking damn it i can't believe i forgot to ask about time craft in the library

[seas-storyarchive]

Angelradio but lesbians -au

Note: based entirely on the song "All The Things She Said" by t.A.T.u

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Sera, after the extermination, had agreed to come down to hell for a week and in the meantime she'd personally apologize to the Hotel residents. She'd since spent six days and apologized to all of the residents. Apart from one.

"Alastriona will turn up." Charlie said, trying to reassure the high ranking angel. She ignored the noises from Husk and Niffty that said otherwise.

"I suppose it can't be helped." Sera said, looking at her hands on the bar. "I let Adam run amuck in your home for too long."

"Can't be helped, indeed." The voice from behind Sera made the angel jump, and the sudden claws on her shoulders unnerved her further.

Sera took a glance down - red claws that stuck out against black hands, that further stuck out against her white robe. She was spun around -

And came into contact with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen - skin a mixture of caramel brown and ash gray, large red doe eyes, frighteningly large teeth the color of the sun, all of which was framed by long locks of the reddest hair Sera had ever seen, deer ears resting atop her head that were black at the tips and she was..

"Beautiful.."

Husk spat out his drink, Charlie grabbed Vaggie's arms and shook her excitedly, Angel wasn't even slick as he passed a twenty to Rosie, Cherri dropped a bomb (it was kicked away and exploded down the hall), Emily's mouth was dropped open and Niffty looked like her birthday had come early.

Alastriona just stared at her for a few moments. "Thank you. You're beautiful as well." She gave a half-hearted curtsy. "Alastriona, pleasure to meet you." Everyone who knew her knew she was spouting pleasantries for the sake of it.

Except Sera. Who just stared at Alastriona like she was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen, who felt something in her skip a beat when Alastriona's ears twitched while she batted her lashes in response to something Angel Dust had said, and turn her head.

"Care to repeat that, Angel, darling?"

"Well, Smiles, I said that that angel lady looks like she wants to know what your smiles feel like."

"You miserable little man." The deer said, not losing her smile as her eyes glared at him. Her teeth, so sharp, like daggers of the highest quality..

Sera swallowed, thickly. Catching everyone's attention.

"Oh, pardon the teeth." Alastriona said as she covered her teeth slightly. "I suspect it must be," she studied Sera's face, "frightening for you." She backed up as she held eye contact with Sera.

Before she turned to the others. "I will be in my tower. I have a broadcast beginning soon." She gave a sweeping bow before vanishing into shadows.

Sera blinked owlishly at the spot where Alastriona had been standing. Not noticing everyone looking at her, until she felt a tap on her arm. Seeing it was Emily. "Y- yes, Emily?"

Emily was smiling up at Sera.

"You called her beautiful~" the younger Serraphim sang.

"Emily!" Sera warned her sister, ignoring everyone snickering.

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"That is ridiculous!" Sera said to Emily, later that night, as they were in Sera's room at the hotel.

"But you said-"

"I know what I said, but.." Sera sighed through her teeth.

"But, what?"

"It's.. forbidden. A taboo."

"Two women together? Sera, this isn't the 17th century." Emily said, her wings fluttering.

Sera glared at her sister. "Not that, I am aware it isn't. No.. I mean." She exhaled in an annoyed manner. "She's a sinner, a demon. I'm an angel, a serraphim. THE seraphim."

"But Vaggie and Charlie are together." Emily pointed out. "And Charlie is the daughter of the one who rules Hell."

"Just.. let it go." Sera said to Emily. "You'll understand, one day, that there things you can't ever get regardless of how bad you want them."

"You went through all the stages of grief that fast, huh?" Emily sounded.. unimpressed. "Tell me how you really feel."

"Like I want this conversation to end and go to sleep so tomorrow morning comes faster and we can leave." Sera said sharply, annoyed at her sister's grinning face. "Get out of my room and go to bed, Emily."

The younger seraphim laughed as she left. "As you wish."

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Niffty was talking to Alastriona while helping her change her bandages. "So, Alastriona, what do you think of the angels?"

"Honestly? I'm not impresed, dear." Alastriona said, before hissing in pain. "A bit tender there, Niffty love."

"Oh! Sorry!" Niffty checked the spot. No pus or sign of infection - good - before continuing to bandage. "Well, the taller one seems to like you."

"What makes you say that?" Alastriona asked as Niffty finished up her bandaging.

"She called you beautiful." Niffty explained.

"Vox does that all the time." Alastriona said, looking at her nails. "Come to think of it, Rosie calls me that each time I try on a new dress."

"Ma'am! She genuinely thinks that! She wants to start a romance with you!" Niffty sounded WAY too excited.

Alastriona laughed so hard she felt a tear in her wound. "Niffty! Oh, you little comedian, you!"

Niffty sighed. "You really don't see it, do you?" More laughter greeted her, as with some cries of pain, causing her to sigh again. "Okay. If you insist.."

[lemonboyfest]

reminders

reminders for 2024:

You’re not dead yet. Get the fuck up. Drag your corpse kicking and screaming into tomorrow. One day you will stop surviving and start living

more studying, more walks, more reading, more skill-based hobbies, more experimenting w pretty fits and hairstyles, more gym, more exploring new things in general, more whole foods/healthy recipes, more financial literacy, more time management, more time off the phone, more being out the loop. nothing else matters

hrmm. well hold on now ive been filled with a sudden joy and whimsy for the world

Glowing kind of love

fuck beauty standards. someone looking at you with love in their eyes is the most beautiful thing in the world.

as a girl who is literally just a girl i am always yearning. always longing always missing always wearing my heart on my sleeve. always feeling like my heart is on the verge of exploding. the sight of the sun makes me cry. anyway

i hope that when i die there will be an apartment with everyone i’ve ever loved in it and we are together always

read a lot and read everything

film and art and music are what builds ur soul

be outside

love and romance will not come to you any quicker if you are focused on it constantly

possessions don't improve things

movement does improve things

university is <4 years of the rest of your life - make the most of it

find the pleasure in hard work

lose the pleasure in scrolling

creation is essential

joy, love & intelligence are the tenets of life

stagnation isn't inevitable. no person is in a fixed state. you can always change

i love listening to someone’s favorite song its like im mentally holding their hand

you just had an epiphany about your sexuality? just own it. you like this unpopular thing your friends don’t like? just own it. you’re trans? just own it. you’re doing something unconventional? just own it. you’re completely free to share your reasons, but you don’t have to justify why you made the decisions you made. if you disclose something and a friend makes a face, okay well that’s too bad bc that’s who you are. they’re free to leave if what makes you a person doesn’t sit right w them. you don’t need to explain the why and the how and the when as if you’re trying to outrun their disapproval. be confident enough in yourself that you don’t feel the need to owe anyone an explanation. you’re you and that’s that.

what im learning is that you cannot avoid your way into a life you enjoy

i have the opposite of that “everyone is an npc” mentality people have embraced where i’m instead like. the person next to me in line has someone they can’t wait to go home to, the person picking up their mail has felt devastation before, everyone in this grocery store is doing their sunday shopping, maybe the person that just honked at me is having the worst day of their life, my neighbor has doctors appointments and favorite foods and a song they can’t stand to hear anymore… you are all fully realized complex people and that is overwhelming me on a spiritual level…

"omg you'll post 'i need him' on the most average men" "she's mid" most of us are average and it's good that we can find beauty and desire in average people .... on god FELT. i really need to start practicing this though. i get so complacent in my complacence i listen to my friends and i try so hard to fit in i insult people for no reason there is so much more to them than their aesthetics and if i do not find them attractive then what is to say someone else doesn't why do i feel the need to invalidate why am i rude ? people are all beautiful i need to remind myself . changing

[scaramouche-bully]

— ☆ Wrecking Xiao [ commissioned ]

Includes: Xiao

Word count: 5k

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: pegging, possessive behaviour, minor blood, degradation, biting, drooling, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, boot licking, slight exhibition, overstimulation, dacryphilia, size kink, slapping, choking, stomach bulge, multiple orgasm, nipple play, prostate milking, face sitting, masochism + sadism

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

— ☆ Wrecking headcanons - Childe 🐏 [ Female ]

[ masterlist ]

Thank you for commissioning me! This is a bit of a monster fic and the longest I've ever written but I hope you enjoy it! I was wondering what to write when I suddenly got this idea from reading Xiao's character story. So suspend your disbelief and ignore the canon lore.

The sun dips just below the horizon as the sky turns to dusk by the time Xiao returns to the Wangshu inn. The faint buzz of alcohol is pleasant in his mind as his heart is full of contentment, a feeling that doesn't linger with Xiao often. Nonetheless, he smiles lightly as he thinks back on the events that happened back on Mt. Hulao. Despite how much Xiao prefers his isolated lifestyle, it was nice to see his fellow adepti and archon gather to celebrate the lantern festival. He wasn't sure what Morax was thinking when he appeared one day to suggest this get-together, especially after years of quiet independence, but perhaps the arrival of the Snezhnaya man has brainwashed Zhongli more than he thought. Either way, he hums to himself hopefully, that next year everyone will all be able to come together again. But those pleasant thoughts and happy daze escape his mind as soon as he steps foot into his room. He hears himself fall to his knees before he feels it as a white-hot stab digs itself into his chest. It sends him crippling to the ground as he clutches his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric apart from the seams with his nails as the painful karma chokes him from inside. He must have pushed himself too hard or his karma was waiting until he was in a vulnerable position of memories before striking. As he whimpers and curls in pain, waiting for the torture to pass, is when he feels cold hands stroke against his cheek. The coldness is a momentary relief for him until the sounds of a feminine laugh break him out of his bliss. That there is someone in his room during his most vulnerable and feral state. He slowly opens his yellow eyes as his vision focuses on a very familiar face.

"S-Stay back," Xiao gasps out before it ends in a bloody cough. Your cold hands are a blessing in disguise against his hot face as he involuntarily curls further into your body. Even though he wants to push you away from him, to yell at you to get out before he does something he regrets in his weakened mental state, a feral part inside of him needs you to stay. He knows you're the only one that can help him.

"My poor Xiao, are you hurt?" you coo softly, brushing loose strands of his hair back into place from his fall. Even as he stares back at you with false hate-filled eyes, his body is much more honest. His upper body has pinned your legs down when he rolled into your lap with his arms in a vice grip around your waist. It's amusing to hear him tell you to stay back when the only thing that's stopping you is him. "Haven't you learned anything from your lessons? If you never free your karma, you'll only bottle them up until you explode. You must learn to release."

"I-I couldn't. I..I didn't want to hurt anyone," Xiao whimpers in pain as he tries to push himself onto his arms and crawl away from your presence. But is stopped by the simple touch of your fingers holding his chin in place. He'll never admit it till the day he dies but he purrs at the contact of your thumb running over his bottom lip.

"I understand. Let me help you pretty bird," you smile sweetly but your eyes show a different story, "Until your karma is replaced with pleasure, all you need is someone to hold you down and fuck you dumb. Isn't that right?"

You let out a laugh when your vision turns sideways, being thrown onto your back as Xiao's piercing yellow eyes stare down at you. His pupils dilated like a cat as they seemed to glow an eerie light. Black wisps of smoke rolling off his body as illuminated green feathers flutter and dissolve when they hit the ground. Strong arms on either side of your head as he growls down at you like a feral animal. But there's no sense of fear in your expression, just a small pleasant smile.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of. I could snap your neck in two and yet you dare speak to me in such a way? You wouldn't be able to handle it," Xiao spits out but the barely held together threats that aren't even his own don't seem to deter you at all. If anything, you laugh like he told a funny joke. It was funny to you to see his karma self try and whisper lies into his ears only for you to drag him back down. You brought your knee up, digging your heel into his chest, as you kicked him back onto his back to reverse your positions. Xiao stumbles over himself as he winces at the pain of his head hitting the wooden floorboards, fighting the karma in him that tells him to get up and rip you to shreds and settles for growing out warnings at you. You smoothly stand up, brushing away the invisible dust that got onto your clothes from the scuffle as you take a seat on Xiao's bed. From the corner of your eye, you can see Xiao's pained stare as he struggles with his karma and his desire to submit. It only takes the lap of your index finger on your knee for Xiao to give in and crawl his way over to you. He's so cute.

"That's a good boy. See? That wasn't so hard, was it? It seems you still remember how to obey," you praise and reach a hand to cup his cheek. He flushes pink at the position you're both in. He's on his knees between your thighs, hands placed on either side of your hips as his chin is held up by your delicate hand. His mind is a mess of thoughts of wanting to kiss you so badly you can't speak or to throw you on your back and fuck you until you only know his name until his karma is your karma. Yet, you smile as if you can hear his thoughts and bring him closer to your lips but hold back, stopping until your lips are barely a hair width away from his own as you study his eyes. You hold his gaze as you both wait to see who shows the first sign of weakness. Even though Xiao is an Adeptus, someone who fought in wars and fights demons even now, every time it's him that bashfully breaks your gaze as he bends his head down in subservience. You never let him even think about taking control on nights like these. Not even with the karma that's flowing through his system that sends his fight instincts into overdrive, he will kneel for you. He hears the pleasing hum vibrate from your chest and the hot breath against his collarbone as you brush your teeth against his neck, sucking bruises into the skin before biting down hard. Almost like you're trying to forcefully drag the karma in his chest out with your mouth. The sudden pain sends a spark of pleasure, the twitch of his cock screams far louder than his actual pained cry of surprise. Lips latched onto his neck, kissing the expanse of his throat with tongue and teeth. His first instinct is to pull you closer to him but he's scared that he'll accidentally hurt you because of the karma. But all of those thoughts get pushed aside the moment he feels your boot step on his cock. A loud whine echoes through the room as he parts his thighs wider to get closer.

"Oh, Xiao...you've always been weak haven't you?" you speak to him despite the venom you spit out. Pulling away from his neck as you sit pretty on his bed, legs crossing over the other, staring down at him. He knows you're right. He's pathetic. He starves himself of physical connection that even a light brush of your fingers sets his skin ablaze and makes me crave more. But above all, he desperately needs your touch and attention. A small part of you is giddy at that fact. The ever-present figure on Wangshu Inn's roof that remains mysterious and ever aloof is now staring up at you as if you hung the stars. Neck dotted with splashes of purple and pink that shine so pretty with the black smoke that's slowly started to fade away. All Xiao can do is whine pitifully as he forces his hips to not buck into your boot even if he's leaking all over himself. He's so hard and needy but he can't do anything about it. You didn't say he could and he wants to be good.

"Please..use me-" it's almost embarrassing how Xiao's words crumble just from that small spark of pleasure as you grind your heel against his cock. The sharp pain is nothing to how good it feels that he mindlessly grinds down on your boot like a dog. Anything to get him to make him feel good. It's humiliating humping against it but he can't stop. Small jerks of his hips as he desperately ruts, groans escaping his lips with a single-minded focus to get off. But it's still not enough. His hands come up to grip at your leg, silently pleading with you even when he can feel his precum stain his pants. It's the look of apathetic annoyance that makes him burn with shame yet rapture. You let out a sigh, a roll of the eyes, before reaching down and yanking his shirt collar up to your level. Your tongue swirls just above his pulse point before teeth clamp down hard enough to break the skin and bits of blood roll down. Xiao feels more than he hears the sharp cry that escapes his lungs as he cums in his pants, small globs seeping through the fabric and staining your boot. He's blabbing thank you's as he slumps heavily into your leg as he cums down from his high, soft whimpers spilling out of his lips as his vision grows hazy.

"You got my shoe dirty," you idly comment. He's drifting in his clouded pleasure until his eyes meet yours and he feels like he's been dropped into cold water. You look disgusted. He just came without permission. He stumbles over himself as he gasps out apologies before he feels the tip of your shoe tap against his chin, strands of his cum staining his face, "Clean it."

And like the good dog he is, he complies instantly. A small tentative lick from his pink tongue pokes out and swipes against the globs. There's something about having the powerful Yaksha, the very man that fought against demons day and night, on his knees licking his cum off your shoe. As soon as the last glob is licked clean does he sit back on his knees, patiently waiting for your next instruction. You touch the thin fabric of Xiao's shirt that clings to his body, tracing small patterns through the fabric as you trail down. Your soft touch makes him squirm, especially as you hear his sensitive chest where he knows you know how weak he is to get his nipples played with. The smile on your face is soft but your eyes are those of a predator, sweet lips lean forward to give him a chaste kiss before you pinch down hard on his nipples. Tugging and rolling them between your fingers as Xiao's body buckles. His moans are being eaten from your lips as he doesn't know whether to lean into your touch or away. Even though he just came, his cock twitches back to life as he leans more and more into your touch. It's not until they're throbbing buds that poke out from his shirt do you stop.

"Come on. Take these off for me, won't you?" you whisper against his lips. He blinks for a second as he registers your words before quickly nodding and pulling his shirt over his head before discarding his sash and pants until he's completely bare before you. Soft skin that looks like it's never seen a day of war but the hardened muscles speak otherwise. You take his hand and use your other to press against his chest, a cheeky flick to the poor nipples you abused early to hear him whine before he's bashfully laid on his back on the bed. He's beautiful.

"Even now you're so innocent and gentle. I wonder what your Master would say or your fellow adepti. Seeing how easy you are to getting fucked," you grin, loving the wave of shame that spreads over Xiao's face. You can see the flash of rebellion in his eyes as the black smoke around his body starts to pour out but it only serves to make you grin cruelly.

"How dar-ah!" Xiao's threat is choked off as he feels fingers prod at his hole, slightly dipping inside him then, without any warning, they slide inside. Xiao bites down the wince, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to control his breathing as your fingers stretch him wider. It doesn't hurt but it's been... awhile. He squirms underneath you, chin tucked into his collar with his eyes half-lidded. He never gets used to the feeling but it's not enough. It's too slow. Just as he's about to voice his complaint, you drive three fingers stabbing into him, slamming in so deep and nailing his prostate that gifts you the startled cry from the Yaksha. You don't stop your assault, twisting your fingers to dig harder into that spot again and again. His hands don't know what to do. He wants to grip your wrist to get you to stop but he doesn't want this feeling to go away, this need that's growing in his stomach. Every thought in his head, everything that karma was yelling at him to do, is replaced with pleads for more. He tries to stifle his cries but it still echoes throughout the room. Your fingers stroking his prostate, pushing down on it, milking it for all the poor thing is worth, while Xiao moans and begs for mercy even when he keeps grinding back into your hand.

"I almost forgot how cute you looked when you're underneath me begging," you purr, no longer interested in keeping this pleasant facade. You grab Xiao by the head and pull him in for a rough and messy kiss, tongue pushing past his lips to tangle with his as you force him down and dominate him. You can feel the pressure of Xiao's body that aches to be touched but you won't allow that. You rip your lips away, wiping the spit from your mouth with the back of your hand, and slip your fingers out of him. His lips still sting from the rough treatment, the area cool from the saliva, that ground him enough to know that this isn't some hallucination his mind had conjured. Yet, the horrible feeling of being empty causes tears to prickle in the corner of his eyes.

"Mmph, D-Don't stop-inside again please!" he wails out, eyes unfocused as drool pools down his lips. His hands twitch upwards to shove his fingers inside of him but he doesn't want to anger you so he forcefully places them at his side. Even if it's painful to have you bully him, it's torture for him to have you not and you know that. A possessive part of you revels in that fact as your nails drag painfully down his thigh until red specks of blood start to dot. Usually, his Adeptus healing would take over to heal the marks you make but it's currently in overdrive as it works against the karma plaguing his body. But it paints a lovely picture as you shove your fingers back inside Xiao and drag the pads of your fingers against his prostate roughly until it becomes too much and he cums all over himself again, painting his chest with white. But you keep going just like he asked. He scrambles as he tries to get his bearings as his body twitches in overstimulation, cock weeping through one long orgasm that dirties the bedsheets.

"P-Please, I-I just came! Mmh! C-can't anymore!" he pants, tears finally fall as they run down his cheeks.

"Weren't you just saying you didn't want me to stop? Are you calling yourself a liar now Xiao?" you whisper against his lips. Your arms caging him in, hovering above him, your cold and uninterested stare boring down onto him, "Tell me what you want Xiao. Be honest with me."

"I-I..want you to fuck me. Please...fill me until I can think of nothing else but you. I want you."

The dark shine of possessiveness that engulfs your pupil makes something stir in Xiao's heart and suppresses the karma inside of him. You unfasten your pants, slipping it down your thighs until Xiao can make out the harness attached to your waist before his eyes bulge at the cock you've chosen to use on him today. It's thick. You've never used it before and some deep slutty part of him feels his cock twitch back to life at the sight. He can tell he's making a mess, his poor cock is dripping with pre-cum that pools down and wets his hole with a sheen. You only give him a small warning, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole, before pushing in slowly. He sucks a breath in as he tries to adjust to the stretch. The tip is in but he already feels so full. He clenches down hard onto your cock, the way it drags in him and burrows inside him to the hilt with just a single push- it drives him insane and he needs more. If he were to look down, would he see his stomach bulge? As soon as he nods that he's okay, does the soft treatment ends once again and you're gripping his wrist as leverage, pulling your hips back, before slamming deep inside of him hard. With his wrists pinned by your hands, all he can do is jerk his back off the bed as he goes cross-eyed. As much as it initially hurts, he feels so good. Plugged full of your cock so he never feels empty, stretching him wide more and more every time he takes you until his insides memorize how your cock feels inside him. He does his best to attempt to muffle the lewd noises that come out of his mouth but despite his best effort, his pants are loud in his ears and he's scared you can hear how loud his heart is beating in his chest. It's so heavy, the weight of your cock makes him melt further into the sheets as his mind goes higher and dumber. Letting you manhandle his body as he gets pushed and pulled as you fuck rougher into him. He wails when you fully pull out and pin him down so he can't jerk himself back onto your cock. The feeling of your cock that stretched him out so good is gone, his walls suddenly empty too soon.

"If you aren't quiet, everyone in this inn will hear how much of a whore you are," your voice cuts through the haze in my mind as he is reminded that while his room is on the top floor, the walls are not soundproof. The residents, the boss, probably even the guards on the bridge could hear him fucked within an inch of his life. "But that's okay. You still have karma inside you, we need to fuck it all out or you'll never get better Xiao."

You ignore his wails for you to stop when you line your cock with his swollen hole and drive forward, his body is always honest and he jerks his hips back to meet your thrusts. He can hear the tear of the sheets, loud keens every time your cock slides deeper and drags against his sensitive spots, it's addictive. Try as he might to muffle his noises, you know his body better than him and what it takes to make him scream. Shoving back in without any warning, forcing a silent cry out of Xiao's mouth. It's so wet and hot. It’s too much, it’s too much-- but it’s not enough-- and your cock stretches him out so good that it feels like it kisses the base of his stomach, yet it’s still not enough. In the back of his mind, he reminisces that just this morning he was celebrating the Lantern festival with his companions and now he's being fucked raw. The heat beneath his skin, the aching in his chest, and Xiao tightens even further around you with a desperate groan. It's enough to make him come again. He doesn't care if people hear, he doesn't care about his shredded reputation that's fallen to pieces tonight, all his mind can focus on is how much his desperate whore body needs to cum. His body seizes, his eyes roll back, and then he’s cumming, squirting all over the bed. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him from all sides, and Xiao lets out a wonton cry, mind blanking as he goes boneless in your grip. You fuck him through his orgasms, body limp and pliant. It hurts. No matter how much he cums, his cock is still hard and aching.

"One more, give me one more," you quickly flip him over and pin him down, the curve of his back dips further as you drag your hand up until you reach green locks. He's crying, tears spilling out his eyelashes as his body spasms. Knees buckling as they tighten around your waist for purchase, twisting as his body seizes as he cums over himself so soon. Sticky cum painting his stomach that doesn't seem to stop. He's panting in the open-air for coming so soon. He doesn't want to think about anything but you, how your body feels against his, how rough or gentle your hands touch him, your eyes staring deep into his own. His arms are shakily holding him up as harsh thrusts send him forward, face rubbing back and forth onto the sheets that warm against his hot body. He does his best to move his hips back to meet your thrusts but it's sloppy at best from his exhaustion. The drag of your cock that presses so sweetly against his prostate combined with your fingers roughly jerking his cock has his mind breaking.

"Look at how slutty your hole is, so loose but you tighten so fast when I pull out. Like you want me to stay here and fuck you days," you chuckle as you lace your finger together, giving a soft squeeze of reassurance, as you lead his fingers down to where you're both connected. He's burning in shame at how wet he is, slick running down the silicone that stains his thighs. All of it is from him. His breath gets punched out of his chest as you push your cock into his tight walls and continue your rough fucking. He can't hear it but he knows his lips are babbling out thank yous even when the karma inside him is tearing him apart and being forcefully shoved out of his system to make room for you. His cock is weeping with precum, bouncing with every thrust that slaps against his stomach. Xiao is coherent enough to look down to see his stomach bulge every time you slam in, an obscene bump that's made from your cock. It's so big that it's rearranging his insides.

"Mnngh, nghh..F-Faster, please..."The Yaksha had a look of ecstasy that you found adorable, face flushed red, red makeup smeared, lips parted as his tongue lolled out stupidly. His normally piercing eyes are reduced to dumb stricken hearts, "Haah! Yes, yes, yes more! Please!"

"You really do what to show the world how much of a whore you are?" you sneer, rearing your hand back to strike the yaksha across the face. Red blossoms on his cheek from your hit and a happy mewl comes from his mouth. His mind is so muddled that the pain in his body feels so good. You dig your nails into his waist. You know his Adeptus healing will remove the marks you make on him by tomorrow and that thought drives you even further to break his man in front of you.

"Aw, do you think you deserve to get what you want?" you grin madly, fingers digging harder to form hand-shaped bruises. That cocky grin on your face that challenges the last slivers of karma to speak up, to see what happens. His cock is still painfully hard, dripping with precum as it weeps for your attention even when he's cum so many times. You let out a low growl, pulling out of him. Xiao whines at the sudden loss but he's quickly thrown out of his thoughts when he's flipped onto his side, leg raised and thrown over your shoulder. He gets a couple of seconds of soft kissing on his inner thigh before you bite and mark the pale skin. You simply can't help but want to bully him more until you see those pretty yellow eyes only look at you.

“Please— I can’t… take it— I can’t… ‘s not enough… ” Xiao sobs as he clumsily tries to get your cock to enter him again. Not even you can say you aren't affected by watching the man try and shove your cock back into his loose hole. So you throw your restraints and lift his torso higher so you're just at the right angle, a breath, and you ruthlessly slams the rest of your cock in. Xiao jerk backs into the pillows, head nearing the headboard with each push as you try and fuck him through his orgasm. Folded in half like this, his cock cums so hard that globs of cum land on his pretty face. He feels his toes curl from oversensitivity, only able to lay back and take it. Xiao gets fucked for what seems like an eternity of getting his guts rearranged as everything and everyone fades away into numb pleasure until his dick can no longer stay up, milked dry and fucked out. He can just make out the noise of you unclasping the harness as you discard to some dark part of the room before his vision is filled with your cunt. You sit pretty onto his mouth and he eagerly works his tongue into you. The taste of your skin and the scent from your body is intoxicating, he could get live between your thighs wrapped around him if you would let him. He flicks his tongue harder against your clit as he tries to pull you closer to him. You grip his hair and hump against his face, not paying any mind if you're suffocating. Xiao's face is flushed, lips sore and bitten raw, it's a good look for him. Every hot swipe of his tongue sends shockwaves through your entire body but you refuse to let your moans out. Instead using one hand to muffle your mouth while the other grabs onto his hair, forcing him closer to your cunt, not wanting to give him air to breathe.

"More. Do it harder, faster," you groan as you grind harder into that wet tongue. He obeys, of course, moaning as he sinks his face deeper into your wet cunt. Doing everything he can to show you his appreciation and let you finally cum. Driving his tongue in deeper as he makes a mess of his face that's soaked with spit and your slick. Your back arches beautifully, a small moan that Xiao replays in his mind, as your legs tremble as you hit your orgasm. He greedily licks and swallows your cum down your throat until you tell him to stop. With shaky legs, you lift yourself off his face and roll yourself onto the other side of him, throwing an arm around his waist you nestle close to his chest as you both finally breathe. There's no more black smoke or feathers rolling off Xiao's body, you don't even think he could physically get up to do anything right now, but you hear a satisfied purr rumbling from his chest. You chuckle slightly at that as you watch him close his eyes and pass out, content and in bliss. Taking a moment to take in Xiao's peaceful slumber, you force yourself to get up and clean you both before you can pass out beside him, tempting as that may be.

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Xiao slowly blinks awake, blearily opening his eyes before quickly closing them as the sun shines over his face. He moves to throw his arm over his eyes but a weight pins it down that startles Xiao as he glances down to see you. Asleep and pure. It only takes a few moments, ones that Xiao cherishes, when your eyelids open to meet his. A cute yawn escapes you that Xiao has to hold back his coo as you nuzzle closer into his arm before looking up at him.

"Are you feeling better Xiao?" you whisper, careful to not disturb the quiet air you both share. The mean and brutal self of you nowhere to be seen that if Xiao didn't physically feel the events of last night, he would believe it was a karma-induced hallucination.

"Yes. Thank you. It's...much easier to bear than before," Xiao lets a soft smile appear. Turning down to plant a soft kiss onto your temple before laying back down to bask at this moment longer before he has to leave. Meanwhile, you sit up on your hands as you peer down at Xiao, softly running your hands on his skin. They feel warm Xiao thinks as he leans into said warmth. You're a bit upset that his Adeptus healing has removed all the marks you made on him last night but that feeling only passes for a moment when you remind yourself that you have the entire day to replace them. You smile as you utter the words

"Good boy."

[thewidowsghost]

The Temple (Pt. 3) - (Daisy Johnson x Fem!Coulson!Avenger!Reader)

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Previous Parts: The Temple (Skye x Avenger!Coulson!Reader) The Temple Part 2

Previously on The Temple:

The elder Coulson reaches up, brushing a piece of hair behind Skye's ear in a fatherly fashion.

"I'm so sorry. I'm gonna make it right. I'm gonna find the Obelisk."

"No," Coulson murmurs hoarsely.

"I'm gonna stop the drill. I'm gonna make it right," Skye continues, bolting from the room before (Y/n) can even think.

"Skye, no," Coulson calls. "Don't go down there."

"Dad, I have -" (Y/n) begins.

"Go! Go after her!" the elder Coulson says and (Y/n) jumps to her feet, glancing between the doorway Skye had gone through, and her father lying on the ground. "Go!" he yells again, and (Y/n) wipes away her tears, sprinting after Skye.

. . .

There's a metallic grinding nose, and Skye, Trip, (Y/n), and Raina focus on the Obelisk on the pedestal. It opens, revealing crystals and (Y/n) tenses.

"How do we stop it?" Trip asks.

"I don't think we can," (Y/n) says. She turns to Skye, tears welling in her eyes.

Skye grabs the front of (Y/n)'s shirt, pulling (Y/n) closer and kissing her.

"I love you," both young women whisper at the same time; the two focus back on the Obelisk.

Skye exhales heavily as the chamber trembles.

. . .

"And Skye and (Y/n) barely made it out alive! (Y/n) hasn't even woken up yet!" Mack shouts.

"Thanks to Trip! He sacrificed his life, Mack!" May counters.

"No, he traded his life for theirs!" Mack yells. "And then he was shattered into a thousand pieces!"

"That's enough!" the Elder Coulson yells. "If Trip was here, he wouldn't be arguing. He would't be bitching. He would be gearing up to do what needs to be done." Skye looks horrified at the can that had been trembling, and looking around, she sees her girlfriend curled up in the floor in a corner, her hands pressed over her ears. Skye crosses the containment module and sits down next to where is sitting on the other side of the glass. "Yes, we're dealing with forces we don't understand, but HYDRA I do understand. I want everyone ready when the sun comes up - end of discussion."

Everyone else leaves the room and Skye murmurs, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. "(Y/n), what's happening to us?"

. . .

"The Avengers wouldn't have been necessary if we hadn't unleashed alien horrors," Simmons cuts Skye off again.

(Y/n)'s eyes had gone cold. "Go," she says bitterly, turning away from the scientist.

"But -" Simmons tries but (Y/n) turns back to her.

"There's always danger, Simmons," (Y/n) snaps, the stirring feeling rising up in her again. "Not everything is something that has to be destroyed or -" (Y/n) stops, turning her head away. "Go."

. . .

There are metallic crashes as pots and pan fall onto the ground and into the sink.

"Skye, (Y/n)? You want to talk to us?" May asks, and the two lover exchange horrified glances.

"Skye, what's doing this?" Coulson asks, his eyes widening.

"I am," Skye admits shakily.

Lady Sif goes to grab Skye's arm, and Skye flinches away, "No." Skye pulls (Y/n) along slightly, removing her hand from (Y/n)'s as she claps them to her forehead.

Skye's fist clenches and the glass behind (Y/n) and Skye explodes.

And, as if in slow motion, (Y/n)'s frame grows larger, towering over Skye.

The grizzly bear wraps it's arms around Skye, protecting the brunette from the shattered glass.

"Hand them over," Lady Sif orders and the elder Coulson and May pull out their hand guns, moving in front of the two younger women. "It will be safer for all of you."

. . .

A sword tip is stabbed through the wall.

"Agent May, release the girls!" Lady Sif orders.

"May, she'll get through," Skye whispers.

"Ignore it. Remember - focus," May says.

"I can't," Skye breathes as Lady Sif breaks the barrier.

May steps back and Skye grabs the agent's ICER, shooting herself with the gun. The rumbling stops and (Y/n) turns to her unconscious girlfriend.

"Skye," (Y/n) whispers, fear spiking through her. "Skye!"

"She harmed herself," Lady Sif says, staring at (Y/n) and Skye, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) pulls her unconscious girlfriend closer to her, her eyes wide.

. . .

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye and (Y/n) are something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting them."

"No, Fitz," Mack interupts. "We're the ones that need protection from them." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder.

Fitz and Simmons turns around, and five SHIELD agents catch sight of (Y/n) and Skye - (Y/n) supporting Skye's weight.

Skye looks into the room, looks away, and then she and (Y/n) start back down the hallway, a disgusted look on (Y/n)'s face, and a large dufflebag thrown over (Y/n)'s other shoulder.

Fitz looks between the other for SHIELD agents, and then follows (Y/n) and Skye.

"Skye. (Y/n)," Fitz calls down the hall, but the two women keep making their way down the hallway.

The two make their way into the BUS, entering the containment module.

"You don't have to stay," Skye tells (Y/n).

"You know I'm not going anywhere, love," (Y/n) murmurs, sitting down beside Skye on the small bed. "Please, rest," (Y/n) says softly lying down on her side and lifting an arm so Skye can cuddle up to her. "We'll figure out something," (Y/n) murmurs. I hope . . .

. . .

"Are you kidding me? A shrink?" Skye asks, (Y/n) sitting next to her on the cot as usual, a frown evident on the Avenger's face.

"It's not personal," May tells the brunette.

"Hell, it's not personal. It's a shrink," Skye argues and (Y/n) places a gentle hand on Skye's knee.

"It's standard procedure for anyo -" May begins.

Skye cuts her off, "No, I know, but we're not just on the Index. We're also SHIELD agents."

"Exactly. So you know it's non-negotiable," May argues right back.

Skye scoffs, shaking her head.

"Andrew is good, and he's done this before," May says, her tone softening.

"So have I. I grew up in the system," Skye replies. "I've been through enough of these to know that I hate them."

"You'll like this one," May tells Skye.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Skye replies, focusing her gaze on (Y/n)'s hand resting on her knee.

"Because I was married to him," May answers and Skye looks up, her eyes wide with shock.

. . .

(Y/n) looks up from her pan as she notices the pots and pans rattling on the wall.

Skye! she thinks, throwing the hot pan into the sink and unknowingly shifting into a panther, and darting out of the room.

(Y/n)'s powerful shoulder muscles bunch and stretch as she speeds up, a black blur as she streaks past the labs.

(Y/n) charges up the loading doors and up to Skye's room, shifting back into herself.

"Skye! You need to wake up!" (Y/n) exclaims, gently shaking Skye's shoulder.

Skye starts, fixing her gaze on (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes but then she looks at the door as Dr. Garner, May, Fitz, and Simmons burst into the room.

"Hey. Look at me," (Y/n) reaches out a hand, gently moving Skye's face to look her in the eye. "You need to stop this," (Y/n) kneels down and to her relief, Skye keeps her eyes on (Y/n)'s.

"If she needs a sedative . . ." Simmons begins, but May glares at the scientist.

"You can do it Skye. Just focus," (Y/n) whispers, gazing into Skye's brown eyes.

Skye exhales slowly and the shaking stops.

"No, no. It's good. It's good. It's stopping," Fitz tells Simmons.

Dr. Garner and May exchange a look before fixing their gazes on (Y/n), whose hand is resting on Skye's knee now.

. . .

Skye breathes deeply, looking at her bio-meter watch. "Under seventy," Skye says, taking another breath.

"How are you doing that?" Garner asks.

"May taught me," Skye replies. "You focus on a single point, let everything else become noise disappearing in the background."

"Except it doesn't disappear you're pushing it aside," Garner says, putting his hands on his hips. Which is why, when you were dreaming, the tremors started." Skye swallows thickly. "What were you dreaming about?" Garner asks.

"I don't remember," Skye replies, her cheeks darkening.

"You're seeming defensive," Garner says, frowning.

"Because you keep pushing," Skye argues.

"Because whatever you were feeling was strong enough to shake this entire plane," Garner replies, his brows furrowing.

"Well, I don't know, so let's move on," Skye says, her eyes watery. "How about you show me an inkblot, and I tell you about me and my girlfriend's first time?" Skye asks, leaning forward. The moment she says it though, she regrets it. Their first time had been magical, and Skye had never felt so loved that night.

Garner chuckles. "Humor. So that's your thing. Well, that's an effective way to avoid thinking about how monumentally painful your life is right now."

"Good pep talk," Skye says through gritted teeth. "Thanks," Skye frowns, her brows furrowing.

"Sarcasm. Same purpose - avoidance strategy," Garner says.

"What am I avoiding, exactly?" Skye asks, leaning forward and crossing her legs criss-cross-applesauce on her and (Y/n)'s shared bed.

"The truth," Garner says. "That - not just you, but your girlfriend too - are different now, that you have abilities, your abilities triggered by pain, and either you face that or you don't sleep again."

Skye swallows thickly, her gaze falling on the door, wishing that (Y/n) would walk through the door; wishing that (Y/n) would set her hand on her knee like she always did when Skye was feeling scared or nervous; wishing that (Y/n) would walk through with a carefully picked tub of salted caramel ice cream and two spoons.

. . .

(Y/n) enters the room a moment later holding two spoons and a tub of salted caramel ice cream.

Skye gazes softly at (Y/n) as (Y/n) comes over to sit beside her on their shared bed.

"Dad needed backup," (Y/n) tells Skye as she hands her girlfriend a spoon, then cracking open the tub of ice cream.

Skye leans affectionately against (Y/n), digging her spoon into the carton and making airplane noises like she would to a baby, poking (Y/n)'s lips with the spoon.

(Y/n)'s shoulder shake with silent laughter, and she opens her mouth, eating the spoonful off Skye's spoon.

(Y/n) takes her own spoon, scooping out another bite. She moves it towards Skye's lips. When Skye opens her mouth, (Y/n) steals the bite.

Skye giggles this time, her head falling on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

. . .

"We want everyone to know what you do to people like us," Cal says, his voice echoing through the silent stadium. "And we want you to stop before you do it to her."

"Talking about her?" (Y/n) says through gritted teeth, pushing Skye forward, her unloaded handgun pressed to the side of Skye's neck.

"You monster," Cal turns to (Y/n), his brow furrowing.

(Y/n)," Coulson breathes, looking at his daughter in disbelief.

"Daisy," Cal says, gazing at his daughter. "What have they done to you?"

"We put her on the Index," May says, coming up and pressing her unloaded handgun into the small of Skye's back. "Now we decide - contain her or put her down." May shoves the gun into Skye's back again. "Your call."

"Tell me they didn't hurt you," Cal says, stepping forward to gaze into his daughter's watery eyes.

"Talk to me, not her," (Y/n) presses the gun into Skye's neck, hating herself for being so harsh, but she knows she has to keep up the facade.

. . .

"Skye," Garner says, running over to the brunette. "Come on. Come on."

"(Y/n), go with them," May gives (Y/n) a slight nudge. "You're the only one who can keep her calm."

(Y/n) takes Skye's hand in her own, pulling her along.

Skye's breathing stutters as she watches Coulson and May fight Cal's companions.

Skye breathes deeply and the stadium begins to rumble.

Everyone looks at her and (Y/n) drops Skye's hand, clutching her left wrist.

The rumbling stops and (Y/n) looks over at Skye's hands and lower arms which were darkening with bruises.

. . .

(Y/n) lies down on Skye's stomach, letting out soft kitten purrs that sooth Skye back to sleep, her bruised fingers gently brushing (Y/n)'s orange fur.

(Y/n) had realized that when using her powers, it was more helpful if she knew a lot about the animal she was going to change into.

3rd Person POV

"Andrew's recommending Skye be removed from SHIELD," Coulson tells May. "Effective immediately."

"I agree with his recommendation," May says, her face blank.

Coulson breathes deeply, sitting down in his chair. "I've got to admit . . . I'm surprised to hear you say that."

. . .

"The ankle bone is always the hardest," Coulson says from the doorway, smiling at Skye, who was playing operation.

(Y/n) was asleep on the bed, the top of her head against Skye's thigh.

"Yeah," Skye replies. "Maybe a game of nerves isn't the best idea for me." Skye puts down the board game, and (Y/n) shifts in her sleep, murmuring softly as her head finds its way atop Skye's thigh.

"You and I need to take a ride," Coulson says, and Skye flinches unconsciously, jolting (Y/n) awake.

"Waz goin on?" (Y/n) asks drowsily.

"Skye and I have to go for a ride," Coulson tells his daughter.

(Y/n) sits up sleepily but alert at the same time. "I'm coming too," (Y/n) argues.

Coulson dips his head in acknowledgment.

"Then you'd better pack a bag," Coulson tells the two.

Skye lets out a sigh as Coulson walks out of the room.

(Y/n) gently takes Skye's injured wrists in her own hands, her wrist cast brushing against one of Skye's.

"You don't have to come with me," Skye murmurs to her girlfriend.

"I didn't leave you before," (Y/n) murmurs. "I'm not going to go now."

Skye softens, nuzzling her nose against a scar to the right of (Y/n)'s nose.

(Y/n) smiles shyly, leaning her head forward a little to press a gentle kiss to Skye's lips.

. . .

"I"m sorry about everything that's happening, Skye," Coulson tells his daughter's girlfriend as the jet goes to wherever it's taking them.

"It's not your fault. The blame begins and ends with my dad," Skye replies.

"Well, you wouldn't be the first person to have parents with misguided intentions," Coulson replies, his gaze resting on his daughter, who was asleep in her chair across from them.

"Nope, just the first whose crazy dad lured her to an alien city to get earthquake powers," Skye retorts.

Skye and Coulson share a look of amusement. "Yeah," Coulson says with a smile.

"I got us a little something for the trip," Coulson says, leaning down and the rustling of the backpack wakes (Y/n).

Coulson senses his daughter's awake presence and hands her a Twizzler and (Y/n)'s eyes brighten, taking the piece of licorice.

Skye chuckles and all three bite into their Twizzlers.

"Thing I remember most about my dad is that he was a car guy," Coulson says, and (Y/n) looks at her father in surprise. He didn't like to talk much about his father. "Always working on this junker he insisted I help him fix. While my friends were outside, playing ball, having fun, there I was, stuck at home with him, fixing that damn car. Wasn't till we finished that it hit me. That car was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen at the time." Coulson spares a glance at his daughter and (Y/n) flushes, taking another bite of the candy. "And all the time we'd spent together working on it gave me an appreciation I never would have had otherwise."

"Hold on," Skye says, looking amused. "Was that car a red 1962 Corvette?" she asks, a smile twitching on her lips.

"Yeah," Coulson says with a smile.

"Well, he'd be very proud," Skye says. "You red Corvette flies. How cool is that?" she questions.

"It's pretty cool," Coulson replies.

(Y/n) smiles at the interaction between her father and her girlfriend.

"But the thing I think he'd like most about, is, at her core, she's still just a red '62 Corvette," Coulson says.

"Just to be clear, I-I'm the Corvette in this story?" Skye questions, Coulson smiles gently. "Now, you want to tell us where we're going?" Skye asks.

Coulson pauses, turning away from Skye's question. "We're almost there."

(Y/n) and Skye exchange a look.

. . .

"It's one of Fury's old retreats," Coulson tells his daughter and her girlfriend.

"I haven't been here in years," Coulson goes on.

(Y/n) closes the cabin door behind her and Skye.

"Fury's not the kind of guy that has a cabin just to relax," Skye says.  "What is this place?" she asks.

"It's a safe-house for people with powers," Coulson replies.

"Didn't Steve spend a few weeks here after he was pulled from the ice?" (Y/n) asks, and Coulson nods.

"Okay, but who's it supposed to keep safe -" Skye pauses, "- the people with power or everyone else?"

"Both," Coulson answers. "Skye, (Y/n), I'm afraid I have to pull you from active duty."

Skye nods. "I get it. I do. I just didn't think that you'd lock us up," Skye adds, "like a werewolf during a full moon."

"I think I'm the wolf," (Y/n) jokes and Skye cracks a smile, grateful for (Y/n)'s humor breaking the ice.

"You're not alone here," Coulson says.

"Yeah, I'll be here with you," (Y/n) says and Coulson's lips twitch.

"There's a direct video link to the base, and May will keep dropping by every couple of days," Coulson tells Skye.

"What are we supposed to do?" Skye asks. "Go fishing?"

"Probably not a good idea. There's a laser fence around the perimeter," Coulson advises. "Look, this is a safe place. You can relax here. You both can use this time to get handles on your abilities," Coulson tells the two.

Skye looks like she's about to cry, and (Y/n) crosses the cabin to wrap an arm around Skye's waist. "Yeah, 'cause that's worked great so far," Skye replies, her words catching in her throat.

"Well, maybe it's time we give you and hand with that," Coulson answers.

Coulson steps away to pull out a black box out of a bag. "Simmons has been working around the clock on these."

(Y/n)'s expression hardens at Simmons's name. (Y/n) hadn't been Jemma's biggest fan since the two had received their powers.

"She assures me they'll cut your recovery time in half," Coulson tells Skye, and the brunette walks over, gently detangling herself from (Y/n) to look at what Simmons had made.

"How do they work?" Skye wonders, picking up the gloves.

(Y/n) walks over, looking at Skye's gloves.

"The internal wiring emits a surge of electricity to inhibit your powers," Coulson replies and (Y/n)'s gaze darkens.

"So these take her powers away?" (Y/n) asks angrily.

"They more like decrease their magnitude," Coulson says, "to keep Skye from hurting herself. Like I said, we want her to heal."

"Seems like a no brainier," Skye murmurs, brushing her fingers across the cloth.

"It's a personal call," Coulson replies.

"What do you mean?" Skye asks. "Are there side effects?"

"A few," Coulson replies. "Simmons can go over them with you later."

"Are these gloves really my best option?" Skye asks, her eyes watery.

"I can't answer that question for you, Skye." Coulson says.

"Stop," Skye says, feeling slightly angry. "Stop being this SHIELD guy for just one reason, okay? Please. We've been through way too much together."

(Y/n) steps forward to place a comforting hand on Skye's shoulder but Skye shrugs off the hand. (Y/n) recoils a little, a hurt expression on her face, before she moves over to where she had put the dufflebags on the ground.

(Y/n) carries Skye's bag to one of the rooms, setting it on the bed.

(Y/n) blinks regretfully and she takes her own bag to one of the other rooms, tossing it infront of the closet door. She lies down on the bed, her back to the door, hugging a pillow to her chest.

"(Y/n)?" Skye's voice is soft, the brunette framed in the doorway. The (E/c) eyed woman remains silent, and there is a pang in Skye's heart.

The brunette moves over to the bed, and tucks a blanket around (Y/n)'s frame.

"I'm sorry," Skye murmurs. "I love you."

(Y/n) turn over, looking into Skye's eyes, as though trying to see if the brunette was being genuine.

"I'm sorry too," (Y/n) replies. "I love you."

Skye lets out a soft noise and climbs into the bed beside (Y/n). (Y/n) throws the blanket over her love, wrapping her arms tightly around Skye's frame.

Skye whimpers softly at (Y/n)'s affection, burying her face in (Y/n)'s neck.

"We'll figure this out," (Y/n) murmurs.

. . .

"Sir," Fitz gets up from his chair to talk to the director. "Where are Skye and (Y/n)?"

"I'm afraid that's confidential," Coulson replies.

"'Cause you're keeping them prisoner somewhere, aren't you?" Fitz asks.

"Skye and (Y/n) are safe, Agent Fitz," Coulson says, frowning at the scientist. "That's all you need to know.

Fitz lets out a sigh as Coulson walks away. Then, he looks over her shoulder at Simmons, and Simmons meets his gaze sourly.

"You took something -" Fitz begins, walking towards Simmons at her desk, "- up to Coulson earlier. What was it?" he asks.

"It was nothing," Simmons replies.

"Didn't look like nothing," Fitz says, his eyes watery. "What was in the case, Jemma?" he questions, leaning  towards the other scientist.

"Something to help Skye," Simmons answers.

"Because you want to change her," Fitz retorts, pointing at Simmons. "Is that it?"

"Stop it," Simmons snaps. "I don't want to change her. Or (Y/n)," she adds before Fitz can say anything. "The Diviner did that. I'm just trying to fix them."

Fitz stares at his fellow scientist. "You never used to be this scared. You know that?" he asks finally.

"Trip died, Fitz," Simmons replies, "all because we didn't take the necessary precautions."

"No, it's not that. You're afraid," Fitz states. "'Cause of what happened to me, (Y/n), and Skye, how all three of us changed." Fitz pauses, "Well, you know what the scariest change is, Jemma?" Simmons looks at her friend. "It's you."

Fitz crosses his arms, and leaves the lab.

. . .

"It's a little weird here," Skye says, looking at the computer screen. "But we're settling in."

(Y/n) smiles softly at her girlfriend as she cuts up some potatoes.

"We've played a few dozen games of cards," Skye goes on.

"Well, May will be there in a few, so don't give up on cards yet," Simmons replies.

"Who do we have to thank for the Little Debbie snack cakes?" (Y/n) calls and Skye grins, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"That was Coulson's idea," Simmons says, letting her head rest in her hand. "But I did pick you two out some nice gluten-free biscuits," Simmons goes on, brightening a little.

"Ah. Yeah, I'll - I'll - I'll look for those," Skye stumbles over her words, trying to sound excited and (Y/n) chuckles, putting the potatoes into a pan and sliding them into the oven.

"Have you tried on the gloves yet?" Simmons asks and (Y/n)'s expression sours a little.

"I have not, but I - I will," Skye admits.

"Well, when you're feeling up to it, it might be work giving them a go," Simmons says cheerfully. "They're obviously just a prototype," Simmons goes on, "but they're laced with a microthread I designed, which should accelerate your healing and dampen the vibrations. I just want you to be safe, Skye. You know that, right?" Simmons asks.

"I do," Skye says. "It means a lot, Jemma, thank you."

"Okay then, call me if you need anything," Simmons tells Skye.

"I will," Skye replies. "Bye."

. . .

A few minutes later, (Y/n) sets the plates down on the table, and Skye looks impressed.

"How do you do this?" Skye asks through a bite of potato.

“My dad was a terrible cook when I was younger,” (Y/n) admits, her eyes sparkling at the memories. “The only good thing he could make was -”

“Grilled cheese?” Skye finishes, taking a bit of her burger.

“It’s so, so good,” (Y/n) says. “What does he put in that grilled cheese to make it so good?” she questions aloud.

. . .

A little later, (Y/n) and Skye are nursing steaming mugs of hot chocolate, Skye stoking the fire in the fireplace so they could roast some marshmallows (Y/n) had stashed away in her backpack.

Skye lets out a sigh, then fixes her gaze on the open box sitting on the kitchen table.

Skye gets to her feet and pads over to the box. (Y/n) sets her mug on the coffee table on a coaster before moving to stand behind Skye.

“Do you want me to help you?” (Y/n) asks, taking one of the gloves from the box in her hand.

Skye blinks up at (Y/n) and then nods.

(Y/n)’s fingers gently brush Skye’s arms, rolling up her sleeves, and Skye inhales shakily.

(Y/n) pauses, her eyes wide with concern.

“Go ahead,” Skye murmurs.

(Y/n) stretches out the gloves a little, and, as gently as she can, slides them over Skye’s bruised hand.

Skye inhales sharply and (Y/n) flinches as she pulls away.

“No, you’re okay,” Skye says. “Put the other one on,” Skye tells her.

(Y/n) looks hesitant but then grabs the other glove, and gently tries to slide it onto Skye’s other wrist.

“Thank you,” Skye says, her eyes warm with affection.

Then, the gloves glow with a blue light, and Skye staggers, a surge of pain flowing through her.

Skye sways, and (Y/n) moves over to put her arms around Skye’s shoulders.

“Hey,” (Y/n) murmurs. “You okay?” she asks, looking a little scared.

Skye doesn’t reply, looking dazed.

There is a slight whooshing noise, and Skye looks around, looking a little less dazed.

(Y/n) sets Skye down on the couch before she moves over to the door, initiating the laser grid around the cabin.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on a movement outside the window. She slides the curtain closed.

Skye looks a little spooked. “Fitz,” Skye murmurs, “why did you make me watch ‘Paranormal Activity’?” she questions.

Electricity crackles, and Skye looks around, her eyes wide eyed.

Skye gets to her feet, and grabs the poker from the fireplace, holding it like a sword.

(Y/n) places a hand on the door knob.

The door creaks as it opens.

(Y/n) and Skye peer through the open door.

(Y/n) looks at her girlfriend, a look of confusion on her face. Then, she closes the door.

Skye moves towards the couch, but there is another knock on the door.

(Y/n) swallows thickly, turning. She raises her injured hand to keep Skye from moving any closer.

(Y/n) makes for the door, and throws it open. Her brows furrow as she sees the older man framed in the doorway.

“Hello Skye, (Y/n),” the man says. “I’m Gordon.” Skye moves forward, standing at (Y/n)’s shoulder. “May I come in?” he asks.

Skye levels the poker Gordon as he steps into the cabin. He chuckles, “So, what is the plan with that?” he asks.

Skye watches him cautiously and (Y/n) closes the cabin’s door.

“You . . . You can see?” Skye questions.

Gordon hums, seemingly considering Skye’s question. “Not the way you do, but I can see that you are afraid,” Gordon answers. (Y/n) puts a hand on Skye’s bisep. “You don’t need to be,” Gordon goes on. “Not with me.”

“Who are you?” Skye asks.

“I’m like the two of you,” Gordon replies. “And I’ve come here as a friend. Can’t imagine how it must have felt to go through your transformations without any understanding of what to expect.” Gordon turns away to ‘look’ around the cabin. “I had years to prepare. And still,” Gordon chuckles, “I was horrified by that I became. Granted,” Gordon adds, “I was younger.” Gordon gestures to the couch behind him. “May I sit?” he asks.

“Sure,” (Y/n) replies.

Gordon smiles, plopping down onto the couch, and (Y/n) and Skye sit down on the coffee table.

“This couch is very uncomfortable,” Gordon says. Skye watches the older man. “I wish you wouldn’t stare,” Gordon says.

“I -” Skye begins.

“T-that was a joke,” Gordon says, lifting a hand to wave Skye off. “I’m not very good at them. I don’t mind that you’re curious, honestly. And, yes, I used to have eyes. They were blue. This . . .” Gordon gestures to his face, “. . . this was the obvious change for me, but what happens inside can be just as profound. You see, the mist changes everyone differently,” Gordon tells them. “The real difference between the three of us is what happened after we went through the mist.

“What do you mean?” Skye asks, her voice quavering and (Y/n) takes her hand squeezing it gently.

“Well, I knew from an early age how special I was - had a mentor, a guide of sorts. The first thing she did after I transformed was embrace me. Tell me, Skye, (Y/n), what was the first thing SHIELD did to you?”

Both Skye and (Y/n) look down at the gloves that Simmons had made for Skye. Skye’s wooziness had flashed in (Y/n)’s subconscious.

“What do they feel like?” Gordon asks. “Your gifts?” he clarifies.

“I don’t know. Um . . .” she falters. “It’s intense,” she says after a moment. She sighs. “Like 1,000 bees are trapped inside of me. And I feel it all the time. It’s always there.” She pauses, looking at her gloved hands. “And I can’t stop it.”

“Why would you want to stop it?” Gordon asks.

“Because I destroy everything around me,” Skye says and (Y/n) wraps an arm around Skye’s shoulders.

“That’s simply not true,” Gordon says. “Every object in this universe gives off a vibration. Did you know that?” Gordon gets up from the couch. “Nothing rests - animals, trees, people, even this ratty couch. And you, Skye, have the ability to tap into those vibrations. Don’t you see?” he asks. “You could become magnificent.”

“I already think you’re magnificent,” (Y/n) murmurs in Skye’s ear, and Skye smiles softly.

“But something’s inhibiting you, constraining your energy,” Gordon goes on, not having heard the interaction.

“Uh, no. No, no,” Skye says, looking at her gloved wrists. “My, um - friend’s a scientist. She was just trying to protect me.”

“Or do they protect people from you?” Gordon asks, and (Y/n) hides her injured wrist.

“No, it’s not like that,” Skye tries to argue. “My powers, I - I can’t control them. And when I try to, it hurts me.”

“Most gifts come with a price,” Gordon says. Gordon then turns back to (Y/n). “What about yours?” he asks.

“It’s just like a stirring feeling,” (Y/n) replies. As she goes on, she carefully avoids Skye’s gaze. “It depends on who I’m around. Sometimes it’s intense, and I feel nauseous, and other times it’s more gentle.”

Gordon fixes his ‘gaze’ on (Y/n).

“Is there a certain person, or group of people, where it’s less intense?” Gordon asks.

“There are,” (Y/n) says vaguely, squeezing Skye’s hand that had fallen down to gently rest on (Y/n)’s thigh.

“I apologize. I’m saying too much,” Gordon says, as though feeling (Y/n)’s unease. “This is probably not the best place to continue our conversation. Neither of you have to have the tools or the understanding that you need just yet.”

“To do what?” Skye asks.

“To be who you were always meant to be without fear, without pain,” Gordon replies. “We can offer that to you. Both of you.”

“How?” (Y/n) asks.

“I can take you both to a place where you can be with people like us,” Gordon answers.

“Us?” Skye asks, getting up from (Y/n)’s side. “How many are there?”

“You can learn about yourselves, your gifts,” Gordon says. “You’ll both be safe, but only if you want to come.”

Skye lets out a quavering sigh.

“When you’re ready, I’ll find you,” Gordon says, buttoning up his jacket.

“How will you find -” Skye begins.

“Trust me. I’ll know,” Gordon interrupts, moving towards the door.

There’s a crackle of electricity and Gordon disappears.

(Y/n) gets up from her place on the coffee table and moves over to Skye, wrapping her arms around her waist, and letting her chin rest on Skye’s shoulder.

“Are you ready to go to bed?” (Y/n) murmurs.

“It’s been a long day,” Skye agrees, her eyes closing with contentment and leaning back into (Y/n)’s embrace.

After a moment, Skye looks down at her gloved hands. (Y/n) gently sits Skye down on one of the couches.

Skye closes her fists, breathing out slowly as pain spikes through her. She pulls the gloves off after a moment, looking at her bruised hands.

(Y/n) sits down on the coffee table, across from Skye. She takes Skye’s hands gently in her own, her thumbs brushing along the dark bruises.

“Maybe you should try running some cold water over your hands,” (Y/n) suggests, her eyes soft.

Skye looks lovingly at her girlfriend. Skye stands up and moves to the sink, turning the water on and running her hands under the water.

Skye looks down as the water makes more of a whistling noise. The water is bending.

Skye lets out a laugh as she wills the water to straighten itself out with her powers.

(Y/n) sighs happily at Skye’s relief, smiling warmly.

Skye’s phone rings, and Skye crosses over to the desk, picking it up and answering it.

“Hello?” Skye asks.

“Skye,” May says.

“May, what’s happening?” Skye asks, and (Y/n) turns to Skye. “I couldn’t connect to you guys?”

“You and (Y/n) need to get out of there now,” May replies, ignoring Skye’s question.

“What? Why? What are you talking about?” Skye asks more urgently, and (Y/n) sits up straighter.

“There’s a panel on the Southwest corner of the compound,” May tells Skye. “It’ll let you bring down the laser-grid fence.”

“May, stop,” Skye says quickly.

“You two can do this. I believe in you,” May says.

“Skye? What’s going on?” (Y/n) asks, looking worried at the expression of confusion on Skye’s face.

“You both need to run - now,” May says urgently, and Skye’s expression turns horrified. “They’re coming for you.”

“Who - who’s coming for us?” Skye asks, and (Y/n)’s expression hardens.

(Y/n) moves to the bedroom where she had thrown her dufflebag, and she pulls two handguns from the bag.

“SHEILD?” Skye repeats as (Y/n) moves back into the living room.

(Y/n) hands Skye one of the handguns and the power goes off.

Skye moves forward, pressing her forehead to (Y/n)’s for a moment.

(Y/n) grabs Skye’s hand, leading her to the door. She flings the door open, stepping out into the night.

There is the sound of a quinjet whirring and a horrified expression on her face.

“Stay close,” (Y/n) closes her eyes, thinking of the powerful muscles, small, sharp eyes, dark black fur, and sharp ears.

Skye looks down at her girlfriend, who had shifted into a fluffy, green eyed, black cat.

(Y/n) paws her girlfriend, mewling softly.

There are flashes of light above. “Oh my God,” Skye mutters.

(Y/n) lets out another meow, and Skye starts.

(Y/n) breaks into a run, Skye following her.

(Y/n)’s muscles bunch and stretch as she streaks through the forest.

Skye pants heavily as she follows (Y/n) at a run, trying to avoid the beams of light from the quinjets above.

Skye bumps into a figure, and (Y/n) steadies her girlfriend with a hand, having shifted back to herself.

(Y/n) takes Skye’s hand and the two creep through the forest.

A SHIELD agent points a gun at (Y/n)’s face, and as he pulls the trigger, (Y/n) thrusts the gun up towards the sky.

With a few well placed punches, the agent falls to the ground.

“We’ve got to go,” (Y/n) says, grabbing Skye’s hand again.

The two sprint through the woods.

They come to a clearing, where (Y/n) and Skye come across another agent who levels their gun at (Y/n).

(Y/n) lets go of Skye’s hand and steps forward, knocking the gun from the agent’s hand.

Both SHIELD agents move to hand-to-hand combat. The male agent’s fist smacks into (Y/n)’s nose, and blood gushes from it.

(Y/n) sweeps her leg behind the agent’s leg, and he crashes heavily to the ground.

“Skye! No!” comes Bobbi’s scream and (Y/n) moves in front of Skye, shielding the brunette’s body with her own.

(Y/n) collapses to the ground, the bullet lodged in the back of her knee.

Skye lets out a wail, slumping to the ground, a surge of energy exploding out of her, shredding the trees around the clearing.

A shard of wood pierces the agent who had shot (Y/n) in the shoulder; Bobbi lands on the ground on her side, and trees splinter.

Bobbi looks up dazedly, watching Skye, who had buried her face into (Y/n)’s jacket, the brunette’s eyes filling with tears.

“Gordon, help,” Skye whispers.

There is a flash of blue light and Gordon lands beside (Y/n) and Skye.

Gordon leans down, places his hands on Skye and (Y/n)’s shoulders, and they disappear in another flash of blue light.

. . .

(Y/n) stirs. Her nose and her knee felt uncomfortably better. Then she realizes that, one, she isn’t with Skye; two, she was basically naked, cloths were draped over her chest, torso, and her pelvis area, and three; there were needles sticking from just about every place in her body.

“Hey,” comes Gordon’s voice through (Y/n)’s drowsiness. “Everything’s gonna be okay. You’re safe now.”

“Gordon, where am I?” (Y/n) asks, her words slurring a little. “Where’s Skye?”

“This is the place I told you about. Skye called for me,” Gordon replies. “Skye’s in the next room over.”

“How long have I been here?” (Y/n) asks, trying to get to her feet, but the needles in her skin make it impossible for her to get up.

“Two days,” Gordon says, and (Y/n) stops struggling to look at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve got to go,” (Y/n) says, struggling to get up again. “What the hell are you doing to me?” (Y/n) asks.

“We’re healing you,” comes another voice. “Leaving now wouldn’t exactly be -” the man chuckles, “ - you ever made microwave popcorn?” the man asks, coming into view.

The man was blonde, had a five o’clock shadow, and was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans.

“Of course, who hasn’t?” (Y/n) questions.

“Leave it in too long, and it’s charcoal,” the man goes on. “Take it out too soon and it’s a bag of kernels.”

“That’s a horrible analogy,” (Y/n) retorts.

The man nods in agreement.

“Imagine a thousand years of evolution all happening at once,” the man says once Gordon had left. “That’s what happened to you after the mist. These treatments - we’re helping your body adjust properly to the change transitioning you quickly and painlessly, I hope.”

“Who are you?” (Y/n) asks, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, I’m Lincoln, your transitioner,” Lincoln replies.

“How long?” (Y/n) asks. “When can I go?” (Y/n) asks.

“You got places to be, people to see?” Lincoln asks, looking a little amused.

“My girlfriend,” (Y/n) replies shortly, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “My friends and my dad; I think they’re in danger.”

“You’re the one that’s in danger, (Y/n),” LIncoln replies. “Remember? You’re being hunted. You came here with a broken nose, a fractured wrist, and a bullet lodged in the back of your knee.”

. . .

(Y/n) surges forward, wrapping Skye in a tight hug.

There is a moment of silence and then Lincoln says, “Let’s walk?”

. . .

“This place is more like a way station,” Lincoln says, (Y/n) walking close to Skye though Afterlife, their hands brushing with every arm swing. “I’m from Cincinnati, trying to finish Med School. I’m brought here when I’m needed. Some people come here when they need a safe place to stay.”

“Why do I feel like the new kid in school right now?” Skye asks and (Y/n) grins. “Everyone is staring at us.”

The grin slides off (Y/n)’s face, and she realizes that everyone was looking at her and Skye.

“Gordon didn’t explain?” Lincoln asks.

“No, I thought you said that everyone here is like us and that this happens all the . . . time,” Skye says.

Lincoln chuckles, “Are you kidding? T-this has never happened. Things here have always been done a certain way. These people are descendents, yes, but most of them are waiting to be chosen. They carry the genetic marker and have been brought here to be evaluated, cultured, and prepared for the change should they be selected, but that only happens to one person every few years.”

“They actually want to go through?” (Y/n) asks, remembering her and Skye’s own experience in the alien city.

“This tradition has been passed down through countless generations -” Lincoln begins.

“And we jumped the line,” Skye finishes.

“And not only did you go through without permission or prep, but you went through the old school way with a Diviner and a Kree temple. Uh, that hasn’t happened for thousands of years.”

“Look, we’re revolutionaries,” (Y/n) jokes.

But Lincoln continues, “You can see why some of these people might be a little envious.”

(Y/n) winces, “Nevermind.”

“I’d gladly change places with any of them,” Skye says and (Y/n) nods in agreement.

“We didn’t want this,” (Y/n) adds grimly.

“I understand,” Lincoln replies.

“Uh, the woman who changed with us, Raina . . .” Skye begins, “. . . Gordon took her and my father. Are they here?” Skye asks.

“Gordon takes people everywhere,” Lincoln replies. “It’s his job to keep us safe. I promise, there is no one here who will harm you. You’re both protected here.”

. . .

“This is yours, for as long as you want it,” Lincoln says, leading Skye and (Y/n) into a room.

“Gordon brought your bags from the cabin,” Lincoln says. “So, you know, take some time, try to relax.”

“Relax?” Skye asks, scoffing. “This’ll be our fourth bed in the past week, and we’ve been locked up, quarantined, psychoanalyzed.”

“Let me guess. To protect you from yourselves,” Lincoln says. Lincoln picks Skye’s gloves off of one of the tables. “These seriously compromised the transition process. It’s one of the reasons, uh, you were out for so long,” he tells Skye.

“Our friend - She was just . . . trying to help,” Skye says, her eyes watery.

“I mean, she thought she was dealing with human biology,” Lincoln says, “but you graduated from that class. I’m going to take a closer look at these, uh, meanwhile, try to get some rest. Tomorrow, maybe we’ll see what gifts you’ve been given.”

“It’s more like a curse,” Skye replies as Lincoln walks away.

“A lot of us feel that way at first, but you’ll learn to control it,” Lincoln says.

“I don’t want to control it - I want to get rid of it,” Skye retorts. “That’s why I called Gordon. I thought he would be able to fix me.”

“I’m sorry,” Lincoln says. “I-I thought you knew. The transition is irreversible.”

Lincoln leaves the room and Skye buries her face into (Y/n)’s chest.

. . .

“I need you to give a message to my friends, let them know we’re okay,” Skye tells Gordon as she, Lincoln, and (Y/n) walk through Afterlife again the next day.

“I can ask permission but they’ll advise it, it’s better we stay quiet for the time being,” Gordon replies.

“Uh . . . wait,” Skye says, as Gordon walks away, and Gordon turns back around. “My father and Raina - where did you take them?”

“I can’t divulge their location, just as I can’t divulge yours,” Gordon replies. “But you don’t need to worry about them.” Gordon says, turning and walking away.

“What does he mean, ‘ask permission’?” (Y/n) asks Lincoln. “Ask permission from who?”

“The Elders,” Lincoln answers. “Who two have made a lot of people afraid - afraid that our secret won’t be safe for much longer.”

Skye watches Gordon.

“Come on,” Lincoln says, and (Y/n) and Skye follow.

. . .

Skye busts through the doors. “Raina!” (Y/n) trailing after her.

“Skye, (Y/n), isn’t this interesting? I had a feeling I might be seeing the two of you,” Raina says calmly.

“Skye, (Y/n),” Lincoln runs into the room, “please, let’s go.”

“Let them stay,” Raina says. “We have so much to talk about.”

“What happened to you?” Skye asks, sounding horrified.

“Destiny . . . apparently,” Raina retorts. “I wanted to be set free, but now I can’t even bear the light of day. I dread being awake. But my sleep is filled with such horrible nightmares.” Raina inhales sharply. “Children are so afraid of monsters,” Raina gets to her feet. “They should know it’s worse to be one,” Raina goes on.

“You got what you deserved,” Skye says, her voice quavering.

“And so did you,” Raina snaps.

“We didn’t deserve any of this,” Skye growls. “You did this to us!”

“Skye,” (Y/n) murmurs.

“No,” Skye straightens up, “You have brought nothing but pain into my life - my father, the mist. My friend Trip died in there because of you!”

“I didn’t make either of you follow me into that chamber,” Raina replies calmly. “You wanted to go, Skye. You needed to go because we’re the same, Skye.” Skye shakes her head. “We were the same before, and we’re the same now. I am on the outside, what you are on the inside.” Raina pulls off her hood, and (Y/n) puts a hand on Skye’s shoulder, pulling her back a little.

Skye starts losing control of her powers and Raina falls to her knees.

“Enough,” comes a new voice and Skye stops, startled and breathing heavily.

“Who are you?” Skye asks.

“My name is Jiaying,” the woman replies. “You’re both guests in my house.”

“You don’t know her,” Skye retorts. “You have no idea what she’s capable of.”

“She’s capable of beauty and greatness, just as we all are,” Jiaying says.

“She can’t be trusted. She killed people!” Skye growls.

“From what Gordon tells me, you could have, as well,” Jiaying replies calmly. “And from what I just saw, you’re certainly capable of it.” Jiaying moves over to help Raina up, and then Jiaying turns to watch Skye again.

(Y/n) once again reaches out a hand, pulling Skye back. Jiaying raises an eyebrow as (Y/n) murmurs something in Skye’s ear.

“We can’t stay - not if she’s here,” Skye’s eyes narrow.

“We’ll leave that choice to the two of you, but I have chosen to be your guides, should you remain with us.”

A slightly shocked look flashes on Lincoln’s face.

“All I ask is for a few days,” Jiaying goes on. “I’ll look after you, train you, watch you grow. And if you don’t feel a connection between us worth exploring, well . . . we never have to see each other again.”

As the woman goes on, (Y/n) has the strangest feeling like this was more personal then just training a random girl that happened to stumble into your home.

. . .

Jiaying and Gordon teleport into Cal’s wrecked room.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” Cal asks, his fists bandaged. “She’s here.” Jiaying smiles. “I told you I would find her, and I did.”

“You were right, Cal,” Jiaying replies. “It’s Daisy, our daughter.” Jiaying pauses. “I think you’re wrong about the other girl,” she goes on. “She doesn't seem bad for our Daisy.”

Cal glowers. “You don’t know what she’s done.”

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Mentor Day

Note : In This AU, Hawks is adopted by the todoroki Family, enji is a good dad and dabi is not a villain. And Todoroki's Mom is a Hero.

Pairings : Jealous! Hawks x Reader

Writing style: 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing

Word count : 3623

3rd Person's POV

" I'm so excited for Today! I can't wait to meet your Mentors! " Kirishima yelled with enthusiasm punching the air.

Everyone was gathered around Ground Beta for the sole reason that the Head of Agencies they were currently interning in were coming over to discuss the growth of the students, also because they chose U.A as the meeting Venue knowing that it's one of the places in Japan that is Highly guarded and secured and the School was Near the City so if anything were to happen they could always get there in a jeepy. There was another Reason but it wasn't disclosed to any of the students and nobody questioned it.

" Shut Up shitty Hair! " Bakugou snarled smacking Kirishima who seemed to be unaffected by Bakugou's ' affection ' towards him.

" Hey aren't You and Tokoyami Under Hawks's? The number 2 Pro Hero!? " Mina pointed out and suddenly everyone's attention was now settled on Y/n and Tokoyami.

Tokoyami had an unreadable expression but his face mostly showed that he was awkward and uncomfortable with the Topic. Not because of His Mentor... It's because of His Mentor's Interest.

Y/n on the other hand looked annoyed pissed, it was very obvious that neither of the two wanted to talk about it because of the lack of answer and their current expressions.

" So... What's it Like to be Under Pro Hero Hawks? " Momo began to press deeper onto the subject and was oblivious to her two classmate's look of disapproval. And it seems like she wasn't the only curious one.

" Well? " Jiro raised a brow when they didn't hear an answer. The two were very hesitant until y/n finally spoke up.

" Tokoyami-kun would I be breaking the law if I talk shit about him? "

" Eeehhhh!? " Everyone was confused as to why the sudden change of their classmate's personality took shift at a questionable rate.

" Technically there's no law about that and since he's not here to hear it... It's fine " Tokoyami answered with a straight face and his response got everyone questioning their experience even more.

" What the hell happened to you two while you were there? " Denki asked staring at the two. Tokoyami was hesitant but y/n just looked pissed and angry .

She showed irritation that could match Bakugou's.

" That's not something you should be asking me... You should be asking y/n that... I just had the unfortunate privilege to witness... That.... And I know a very dark secret I wish to unlearn " Tokoyami muttered at Everyone was fidgeting with curiosity while staring at y/n who looked like she was about to explode any minute now.

" Well if you Must know. On the first week I had to endure a bunch of whiny one night stand's Drama and Rage while trying to get them to go fuck themselves and trust me... Persuading a bunch of love struck delusional hoes to go home and keep silent for the rest of their lives isn't a very charming job. I had to suck in every single cheesy pick up lines that'll have anyone gagging, I had to endure being dragged around through the wonderful 'skies' like a ragdoll in the most unfortunate hour and I had to deal with Birdman's constant fuckery every single day so yeah... It wasn't that bad.... It was terrible. " Y/n's tone was forcefully dragged out and polite but her hostile expression got everyone shuddering.

Yes, Hawks was a flirt and he'd flirt with her with every chance he got, much to y/n's dismay. But knowing Hawks's reputation she brushed it off like it was one of his most common habits and got used to ignoring him, he was nice though and she felt like a sheltered child. Hawks never let's her go out to patrol on her own unless it's with Him and only Him. He constantly brings her gifts and snacks to which she is thankful and greatly flattered but she didn't like hearing Rumors about her with the Pro Hero himself. Overall she was thankful that she was being treated well but she didn't appreciate the special treatment.

Tokoyami on the other hand knew of his Mentor's love and affection for his Classmate, if he knew any better he found out that Hawks had imprinted on y/n like a new born chick. The reason Tokoyami knew that was because of the gifts, the flirting, Hawks's constant need to be around y/n, His possessiveness and Don't even get Tokoyami started on How much Hawks talks about y/n during patrol. Hell, Even when Hawks is literally stepping on a Villain's Face he'd still talk about How ' Perfect she was ' . At most of all, his Classmate was very unaware of Hawks's actual feelings and he's afraid he couldn't blame her simply because of Hawks's reputation as a 'playboy'.

" Wow.... I didn't think it would be like that.... Hawks's still pretty cool though " Sero muttered and that left y/n gawking at him because the least they could do was sympathize with her!.

" No shit " She grumbled sarcastically and she felt two hands grab hold of her shoulder behind her and speaking of the Devil, Hawks was already here.

" Hey there chicken nugget, what are you kids talking about? " Hawks asked leaning down , resting his chin on y/n's shoulder while both of his hands clamped down on each side of her shoulder blades protectively.

" Nothing Hawks, we were Talking about Nothing " Y/n who was already immune to the Touchiness of the male behind her was nonchalant on her reply and she sounded bored but her expression clearly showed ' Oh No, Not this Shit Again ' .

" Oh really? Well ok then baby bird but I have to say You look Perfect little dove but that is to be expected by my Epitome of beauty " Hawks grinned rubbing his cheeks against y/n's own in a very affectionate manner.

" Yeah, Yeah. Get off me Birdman you're getting that irritating Chicken stench on me " Y/n grumbled pushing him away from her to which she was successful with.

" Aww~ But you felt so soft " Hawks whined in an almost childish way.

Everyone was witnessing the very thing Tokoyami dreaded and they were choking on their own spit after seeing the interaction between the two.

They and so many questions yet so little answer and they knew they couldn't just bombard y/n with questions, not when Hawks was around.

" Uhh... You two seem.. Close" Denki commented to where he earned a proud grin from Hawks.

" No we're Not. He's just being A flirt, you'll Get used to it " Y/n snickered rolling her eyes at Hawks who was trying to hug her.

" You should have heard How much He talks about her at Home... He's like a broken Radio. Y/n this and that " Todoroki snorted and his comment got everyone gaping.

It didn't look that way to everyone else, it was clear that the Pro Hero liked her if throwing himself around her wasn't enough, the look in his eyes definitely spoke otherwise.

" So this is the little Lassy Hawks have been talking about? " Fatgum along with the rest of the pro Heroes Were slowly gathering towards them.

" This is Her? She's adorable in person . Keigo Never stops talking about her at home" Another voice came from a woman with white hair, and is almost identical to Shoto.

" .... Hah! You should hear what he has to say when he's asleep " Dabi murmured with a laugh.

" .... You Talk about me? " Y/n asked staring at Hawks who was nodding his head, a smirk plastered on his face.

" Ewww, Stop that. It's annoying and creepy " Y/n sighed shoving Hawks away.

" Isn't she lovely? " Rei mumbled a small chuckle escaping her lips as Dabi stared at her in bewilderment .

" So you're not gonna question their age gap?..... Really mom? " Dabi snorted and enji stood behind him, patting his back.

" You know how your mother is " Enji muttered staring down at his son.

" You have a point.... "

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By now everyone was gathered around, some of them chatting with their mentors and some were meeting their classmate's other mentors.

Rei, Enji and Dabi were intently observing Keigo who looked so close to snapping, sure his face looked playful and relaxed but they knew him well enough to know that it was Keigo's facade.

On the other side was Y/n and Hawks talking to Fat gum, well it was only y/n showing enthusiasm about their conversation, Hawks had never left her side the whole time. Always trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

" That's really cool! I heard from Kirishima that you have two Forms? " Y/n's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

" Why yes little lady " Fat gum answered as he nervously glanced at Hawks. He could feel the raging intensity of Hawks's Jealousy radiating brighter than the sun's ray. To which y/n was oblivious of.

" Ya know buddy, you really have nothing to worry about when it's me " Fat gum stated his words directed towards Hawks who let out a sigh and gave him a genuine smile for once.

" Sorry, I couldn't help it when it comes to my little dove " Hawks chuckled slinging his arm around her shoulder and y/n immediately reacted by shoving his arm away without even glancing at him.

" Stop talking about me like I'm not here " Y/n muttered to which Hawks replied by doing it again and y/n shoved his arm again.

Fat gum was both entertained and a bit awkward with the situation until he spotted his side kick. Tamaki whom he had kindly asked to pick up something for him

" Anyways! That's enough you two, I'd like you to meet Tamaki Amajiki. He's my sidekick " Fat gum proudly introduced Tamaki who froze in his spot and began trembling nervously.

" Oh wow! I've heard so much about him! Our class was introduced to him before! But I never got to see his face clearly because he had his face on the wall the whole time! Let's start all over again. Hey I'm y/n l/n! Nice to meet you senpai... For the second time " Y/n grinned putting her hand out to shake his.

Tamaki who was nervous and flattered that someone remembered him shakily reached out his hand to shake hers but a look of pure shock flashed through his face when Another hand met his.

" Nice to meet you Buddy " Hawks grinned in an odd and threatening manner squeezing poor Tamaki's hand .

" U-u-uhh" Tamaki stuttered at y/n was annoyed at Hawks's actions.

" Hey! I was the-- you know what? Never mind. Anyway, senpai I heard stories about you from Kirishima-kun! And I think you're really cool! And you're cuter up close! " Y/n tried easing the nervous senior with compliments in order to atone the actions of Hawks. But Hawks took it in a different way.

Tamaki flushed red and Hawks let go of his hand with disdain, his eyes having a deadly glint and his smirk almost looked threatening and sadistic.

Fat gum who witnessed the scene knew he fucked up by calling Tamaki over, the Todoroki family were astonished to see how reactive Hawks could be when y/n was involved. At home he was really hard to read and when they thought they knew him Hawks suddenly surprises everyone by proving them wrong. But now his expression looks so raw and unmasked.

" Tsk, He doesn't Look much to Me " Hawks suddenly spat out in an irritated tone.

Y/n elbowed him after seeing Tamaki's expression.

" He doesn't mean that! He's just really insensitive... Aren't you Hawks? " Y/n glared at the man beside her and he scoffed looking away.

" You're actually really powerful Senpai! Trust me! Kirishima talks about you all the time it's adorable seeing him look up to someone who's equally as cute as Kirishima " Y/n tried covering the damage done by Hawks and Tamaki was conflicted. He didn't know who to believe anymore.

Another scoff was heard from Hawks and before he could make another comment y/n stepped on his feet making him wince.

" Ouch! " He grumbled looking down at y/n who was glaring at him threateningly.

Jealousy bubbled at the very core of Hawks, She called two men cute at the same time and she dared to do it in front of him! He praised men who aren't him. Sure they aren't official but isn't it clear that he was showing how much he could give her? He knows he's enough but it seems like his little dove was very dense. It's starting to irritate him. He didn't feel good inside and he really wanted to punch a bitch. Was she taunting him? Oh she definitely was. Just look at how she looks at them , it really makes him want to rip off someone's throat.

His wings began to bristle and rose intimidatingly the edges becoming sharp and ridged, jealousy was getting the best of him.

With a rough Tug, he dragged her away forcefully even with the harsh protest from the girl.

" Hey! Ok this is getting out of hand! " Y/n pulled her hand away and Hawks looked back at her with a gaze that could kill.

" Stop taunting me Y/n. I'm not handling it well " Hawks muttered but his voice was rough and demanding. Y/n shivered at how her name rolled out of his tongue. He never uses that tone or calls out her name like that unless she's in deep shit.

" Clearly, you're mad about shit I didn't do so go cool off or something " Y/n shot back her expression was out of sheer anger and Hawks responded by spreading his wings and he flew off without another word.

With a sigh y/n went back to her classmates, she was unaware if the stares that were thrown her way.

" A lovers quarrel? " Mt. Lady mumbled.

" Definitely a Lovers Quarrel " Fat gum confirmed.

" Is no one seriously questioning the fact about their age gap? " Dabi stated and Rei gave him a cold glare. Even shoto was seen glaring at him from his group.

" Ok fine jeez " Dabi shrugged shoving his hands into his pockets.

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20 minutes had passes and Hawks was still gone, by that time everyone was gathered around, the class was seated on the ground as the Pros started giving out their opinions and deductions on hm their performance.

Rei began to feel worried about her adopted son that had raged out of the area. Enji tried reassuring her that Keigo was old enough to take care of himself.

And on cue Hawks had arrived holding a box in his hand, he looked calmer now and more relaxed.

" Keigo dear, are you ok? " Rei asked approaching the male.

" Yeah I'm fine... Just needed a little breather.... " He muttered, his eyes glued to y/n who was listening intently to the discussion. Rei noticed this and a smile graced her lips.

" Go get her dear " Rei encouraged the male and Hawks flashed her a grin.

" Oh I will. And I'm going to make sure you're going to have a daughter in law soon " Keigo smugly stated and Rei's eyes widened only to have the woman laugh.

Luckily the little lessons the Pro's were conducting had finished and everyone was free. As the students began to stand up. Y/n was pulled away immediately by Hawks. And once she was a few feet away a box was shoves towards her. She was caught off guard but managed to hold it in her hands as she lookes up at Hawks questioningly.

" What's this? " The girl asked suspiciously.

" You like that doughnut shop near our agency yeah? I was flying by and decided to buy some for you as a Sorry present.. I admit that I went overboard... " Hawks explained rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

" What!? I can't accept thi---"

" Eat it or Throw it. I'm giving it to you and that's final so do what you want with it... Although it would be a waste if you throw it away... I did go out of my way to buy that for you with my own money even though I was still angry---"

" Ok fine you don't have to guilt trip me! I'll accept it ok?.... But you did say I could do what I want with it so... I'm sharing this with everyone " Y/n smiled and Hawks snapped his head towards her his eyebrows furrowed.

" What? No. I bought that For YOU not for them " Hawks grumbled and the girl gave him a playful smirk.

" You did say it was mine and I could do whatever I want with it " She replied slyly and Hawks turned away stomping his way towards Rei, Enji and Dabi.

" Ooo... You got it Bad. She's denser than a--"

" Don't finish that Touya I swear " Hawks glared at Dabi who only laughed at his protectiveness.

" Just be patient Keigo, she is young and she probably still doesn't have Love on her mind yet " Rei assured Keigo while rubbing his back.

" Tsk. You better not give up. You're a Todoroki after all , and I already acknowledge her as a daughter in law... No crazy woman would stomp their feet on the number 2 hero like that " Enji nodded and Hawks should be delighted but his eyes were glued to the girl.

She was sharing the doughnuts he bought for her and the last straw came when she had fed Kirishima with a doughnut.

His fathers on his wings bristled and the ends began to sharpen, his eyes darkened at the sight and his teeth were gritted.

The girl took notice of this and approached him. God he was losing it. One wrong move and he might forget the fact that she's still a minor and just go straight up to breeding her if he had to. Fuck everything she does is turning him on . He is smitten.

" Hey what's wrong? "

" You have the guts to ask me ' What's wrong?' Oh why don't ask that to all the other guys you fed doughnuts to? The ones I bought for you! You're so oblivious it's starting to piss me off little dove. Was I not subtle enough? I fucking Like---mphf--" Hawks was cut off when a Doughnut was shoved in his mouth by the girl in front of him.

" Shut your worm Hole You stupid Birdman, I like you too ok? But please stop being so annoying. I'm also protecting your reputation as a Hero here. I can't have you all over the tabloids stating that you like a high schooler. You'd be seen as a pedophile you dumbass " The girl finished and was about to pull her hand away from his mouth when he grabbed hold of her wrist, he kissed her finger gingerly before licking and sucking on that very finger she held the doughnut .

She froze, Dabi Froze, Everyone froze.

" What the fuck? " Katsuki was she first to speak up.

" I second that ' What the fuck ' " Y/n muttered and Hawks gave her a look that could have her melt into a puddle. A smug and triumphant grin plastered on his face as his arms wrapped around her waist possessively.

" Awww~ it warms my heart to know that you're protecting me that way. For a moment there I thought you don't care and all that shitty jealousy was so worth it because you told me you like me in the end.... " Hawks cooed his face nearing hers and she immediately distanced her face away from him.

" Hawks get off me! " She yelled her face was flushed and he had the sudden urge to kiss her right now.

" You'll have to pay for making me jealous though. It was not a very pretty feeling " Hawks grinned before his wings spread open and gave one strong flap and he was already flying her away from the scene.

" Holy shit.... Dude " Denki muttered staring up at the sky.

" Enji! Do you think we should renovate the house? " Rei asked enthusiastically.

" I think we just might have to " Enji replied.

" .... I ship it though " Mina stated and the girls gave an unspoken agreement to her statement.

" So... How many chicks do you think they'll have? " Dabi asked and Rei smacked him.

" Touya! " Rei scolded making Dabi chuckle.

" Nah it's too early... He won't knock her up just yet... Or will he? " Dabi grinned and this time Rei had frozen him in place.

" Touya! Stop that! " Rei fumed.

Dabi shut up immediately fearing Rei's wrath after seeing her angry expression.