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angvlface · 2 years

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐌 ; 𝐉. 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

pairing: hbo!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: You’re used to getting what you want, and this time would be no different. He’s playing your game; he just doesn’t know it yet. ( part 1/? )

warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, roughness. minors DNI

Today was going to be different.

You didn’t know if it was because of the clear night sky on what was meant to be a cloudy night or that your boss finally decided to take a day off from peering over your shoulder. But something had shifted in the bar that night.

But different or not, you had a job to do. And that was flash a smile at the men sitting at the bar so they’d fork over the cash in their overly stuffed wallets. You and Kaitlyn, the bartender, have got a deal. She doesn’t insult and scowl at customers if you steer them clear of her. You liked the fake laughing and batting your eyelashes at them. She liked making drinks. It was a perfect system for the only two girls working the bar.

“You seem extra jolly today,” Kaitlyn comments as you pass her.

And you were. Everything just seemed so easy today. All your regulars came in, making it easy serving for the drinks tonight and even easier sweet-talking for their tips. And most only stayed for one drink, the nice night beckoning them out of the bar and into the streets. Boss probably wouldn’t be happy about that, but not like he’s there to complain.

“It’s a nice night,” you respond to Kaitlyn, a grin on your face. “What’s not to be happy about?”

“Why don’t you ask that guy?”

Said guy was barely stepping inside the door when Kaitlyn pointed him out. He kept his head down, beelining for a spot at the end of the bar. He seemed to know Kaitlyn, sending a head nod her way before plopping himself down on a stool.

It wasn’t until he lifted his head to glance at the football game on the tv that your attention was captured.

“No.” Kaitlyn’s gruff voice interrupted your thoughts, your head whipping toward her. She was shaking her head, brows knitted together in disbelief. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What look?”

Kaitlyn huffs. “The look you give those poor fuckers before you eat them alive.” She waves her hand in the general direction of the new patron. “I won’t let you eat that sad man alive.”

You frown. “Who said I wanted to?”

You look back toward him. His arms were crossed now, eyes focused on whatever football team played on the screen. His biceps were on full display now, the t-shirt doing little to nothing to keep them hidden. He lifted a hand to scratch at his beard, that same hand then going up to push his dark hair away from his forehead.

“Okay, maybe I want him,” you confessed to Kaitlyn. “Who is he anyway? I’ve never seen him, but he seems to know you.”

Kaitlyn sighs, turning her focus to an unopened bottle of whiskey. “Isn’t he a little old for you?” You shoot a look at Kaitlyn. “Right. You don’t care about age.” She hands you the freshly poured glass of whiskey. “Good luck cracking that nut.”

“That isn’t the–“

“I know what I said,” Kaitlyn finishes sharply.

With the glass in hand, you approached the man at the end of the bar. You place the glass down in front of him, readying your best charming smile for when he looks to thank you, except he didn't. Without looking away from the tv, he grabs the glass on the bar and throws it down.

"Keep 'em' coming," he mutters, or at least that's what you think he said. His request was quickly followed by a huff of disappointment from whatever happened on screen.

For the first time in your 10 months working this job, you haven't captured the eye of the man you wanted. Typically you didn't have to be the one seeking them out; they sought after you. But on the off chance that you were the one who was seeking, it wasn't really a challenge. All it took was some soft words, eyelash batting, and an all-too-friendly stroke of the hand. Men were putty in your hands.

But in comes this brawny man, smelling of sawdust and cheap cologne, his hair graying at the sides, and somehow he was just...immune to you? You weren't cocky, just aware of yourself. And who you are is someone people are drawn to, someone who doesn't need to ask for the room's attention because you just always have it. You're someone people want--people desire.

Except him.

"What's his name?" You ask Kaitlyn when you return, your eyes not leaving the man at the end of the bar.

Kaitlyn barely glances at you, focused on creating the fruity cocktail a gaggle of already-drunk girls ordered moments ago. "He won't fall for it."

And you took that as a challenge.

You brought him his drinks. You lingered by his end of the bar. You barely acknowledged the numerous other men asking for your attention at the bar. Hell, you even made a noise of excitement when the team he was rooting for scored, even though you don't have a single fucking clue what football was about.

All for him to not even glance your way.

And when the game finally ended, and he stood up to leave, you thought he'd finally look your way. Except he didn't.

"Have a good night, Kait," he mutters, raising his hand for a goodbye as he stalks out of the bar.

And once he's out of the door, Kaitlyn is laughing. It's no little chuckle either; she's gripping the wood of the bar as she doubles over with laughter. Laughter directed at you. Because for the first time since she's known you, you've lost your own game.

"I'm going outside for a smoke," you huff, pushing past her laughing figure.

The cool night air welcomes you as you slump against the brick wall of the bar's back alley. Plucking the cigarette from the pack tucked into your pocket, you place it between your lips just as the sound of a raised voice reaches your ears. Ignoring the voice, you light the cigarette, letting out a sigh of relief as the familiar warmth encompasses you.

"No-No! I said no, damnnit, stop fuckin' asking." He steps into the alley you're in, one hand holding a phone to his ear with the other thrown in the air. "I told you I don't want those guys working with us; what part of that don't you understand?"

And for the first time that night, you were seen by the man who sat at the bar. His eyes locked with yours as you smoked your cigarette before quickly darting away.

"No--Look, Tommy, I gotta go." And his phone is promptly shoved into his pocket. His hand goes up to run through his hair, a gesture you watch with rampant interest despite your defeat.

Then his eyes are locked with yours again, reminding you that he hadn't forgotten your presence. Then he speaks. "Those kill, y'know."

You can't believe it. All the effort of tonight to get this man to speak to you just to get radio silence, but one little cigarette hanging from your lips has got him talking.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you scoff, pushing off the wall to stand straight. His eyebrows raise as you approach him, your unoccupied coming up to poke at his chest. "Now you wanna talk to me?"

His look of confusion only further angers you. You throw the cigarette down to the ground, stomping it out with the heel of your shoe.

"Don't give me that look." His eyebrows raise at your words. "You may be an older man, but you're not clueless. You can't tell me you haven't noticed my advances the whole night."

"Advances?" He questions.

You feel your cheeks heating with frustration. "You think I give all men the treatment I gave you?" When he doesn't respond, you continue. "I was at your beck and call. I pretended to give a shit about football. I even pulled my top down a little to give you an extra eyeful just for you to not even take a glance!"

You could feel the burn of his eyes darting down to your chest, but that didn't stop you. "You think I did all that because I wanted to be a good bartender for you? I made it so obvious I wanted to fuck you!"

And there it was.

As soon as the words left your lips, you knew there was no going back. There were only two ways this could go. Either he'd laugh in your face for daring to be bold enough when he's so clearly already rejected you, or he really is a clueless man who needed to have it spelled out for him.

Judging by the amusement in his eyes, you were beginning to lean toward the first one.

Then he chuckles, those amused eyes trailing down the length of your body and slowly trailing back up. "Relax. I noticed your efforts."

Still, you glared up at him. "Oh yeah?"

"It's like you said, I'm an older man, but I'm not clueless." His large hand comes up to tuck some of your hair behind your shoulder. "But I've gotta wonder why a girl like you wants to fuck someone like me?"

"Don't think you could handle me, old man?"

The sting of your back slamming against the brick wall was barely registered; the breath knocked out of you as his hard body pressed to yours. His hands cradled your head, angling it upward to look him in his eyes. Your lips curled up into a smile, the anticipation of what was coming next exciting you.

A shiver runs down your spine as his left-hand slides down, resting on your neck. His thumb presses against your pulse, feeling the rapid thumps of your heart. His gaze is heated, eyes darting between yours in search of any signs of hesitation.

“Joel,” he introduces himself, hand knotting itself in your hair. “Remember that name, princess.”

Your next words died on your tongue as they were smothered by Joel’s lips. Arms looped around his neck, and you pushed yourself up to your toes to keep your body pressed against his. His tongue delves into your mouth, swallowing your moans before they can reach the surface.

The hand knotted in your hair gives a harsh pull, your lips detaching with a gasp. Joel gives you no time to recover, his lips trailing down the length of your neck before settling on your shoulder. His hands tuck themselves beneath the straps of your top, shoving them down until your breasts spill out.

The breeze that passes through the alley makes you all too aware of your setting. Sure, the two of you are tucked into a dark corner, but anyone could pass and see you if they look hard enough.

Joel’s deep chuckle tore you out of your thoughts, and you gasped at the feel of his cold hands cupping your breasts. “Thought you wanted to show them off,” he teases. “Don’t go shy on me now.”

Every part of you is buzzing as Joel’s head drops to your chest, lathering your exposed breasts with open-mouthed kisses. Small whines escape you as his hands roam down the length of your body until he can grope at the flesh of your ass.

And you can’t help but thank whatever being is in the sky for your decision to wear a skirt today because it gives Joel easy access to where you need him most. A high-pitched whine leaves your lips as his knee slots between your legs, the rough feel of his denim pants against your most sensitive area feeling like heaven.

“Keep quiet, princess,” he breathes into your ear, his hands guiding your hips to grind against his leg. “Don’t want everyone knowin’ what a slut you are, right?”

You cry out when he steps away from you, but he isn’t gone long, those hands that grip your hips leading you to turn around. Your hands slam against the brick wall, cheek pressing to the cold surface as Joel kicks your legs apart.

“What a pretty sight this is,” Joel mumbles as he shoves your skirt up, revealing your racy panties, and the wet spot that had formed there. “All this just for me?”

“All for you, Joel,” you say breathily. You glance over your shoulder at him, giving your hips a little shake when you see his eyes are locked on your ass. Joel’s eyes snap up to yours, then a smirk on his lips as he releases you to work on his pants.

You lurch forward with a moan as he plunges forward, his cock filling you all at once. Joel’s fingers are digging into your hips, leaving marks that are sure to remind you of this night for days to come. Just the thought of remnants of him on your skin has you clenching around his shaft, causing Joel to let out a grown of his own.

A hybrid of a cry and a moan fall from your lips as Joel rears his hips back before quickly slamming forward, his balls nestled against your clit. The sounds that escape you with each thrust of his hips are obscene, the wet squelch of your connected bodies sure to draw the attention of any passerby.

“Now, who can’t handle who, princess?” His hand cracks down on your ass with a harsh smack, the sharp pain sending waves of pleasure through you. “Should have fucked you in the bar like you wanted. Let all your little lapdogs see you bent over like a whore for me.”

You moan out loudly, no longer caring if anybody hears the two of you.

“Now cum on my cock,” he grunts, hips stuttering. “Cum on my cock, princess.”

His hands are guiding your hips back into him, his balls slapping your ass with each thrust. You could feel the familiar swell of heat consuming you, your walls tightening around him as you grew closer to your orgasm. Joel’s hand leaves your hip to come up to your face, his hand slamming over your mouth to muffle the increasingly loud moans that leave your lips.

Then it hits you. You cry into Joel’s hand as euphoria washes over your body, all the while his cock continues to piston in and out of you. You’re weeping into his hand as he chases his high, his hips slamming into yours with renewed fervor.

Joel quickly pulls out of you just as something warm splatters on your lower back. “Fuck,” he groans loudly, the hand on your mouth falling limp at his side.

A silence settles between the two of you as you fight to catch your breath while Joel tucks himself back into his jeans.

But once you do, you find yourself smiling. “I think we kept up just fine,” you begin, and Joel glances your way. “Maybe we should try this again.”

#°•. ro writes #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut

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butchfortress · 4 months

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realized i havent posted here much so, umm,

who wants to hear about my blu team headcanons ^__^ this is just my rundown of how they work, what they're like, and even weapon loadouts

ok so im going to roll with the teams being clones, but i dont want to make any sort of drama to be just about that, like that whole existential dread of being a clone thing. its been done to death and i have nothing new to say for it (besides, i'd assume the inital cloning process was years ago when they just got hired, by now the novelty would of worn off and weirder stuff would of happened for them to even care or worry about that.) so what i'm thinking is that there's no way everyone would have the exact same experiences after they get cloned, so everyone just splits off into their own paths and they become their own individuals almost. and interacting with themselves from the other teams isnt "oh thats literally me :(" but more so "oh thats literally me and i need to be better than him >:(" so theres always this bit of competition between everyone; an infinite loop of anything you can do i can do better.

as for everyone individually...... (i'll also throw in a ⭐ for whoever is the "master copy" of themselves)

blu scout: short stop / mad milk / stock bat

accidental honorary delivery boy. when miss pauling is busy with the actually important work, admin sends this scout around the teufort area to send out weapons and other mann co. products. red scout sees him as a bit of a poser poster child and they butt heads often, especially when red scout is off-shift while blu is making deliveries.

blu soldier: rocket jumper / b.a.s.e. jumper / market gardener

if not maybe a bit more of a conspiracy nut and more compliant to the company, i guess the most similar to his original version? can't beat perfection i guess, not a lot of notes here but they probably bite each other for fun.

blu pyro: decreaser / shotgun / neon annihilator

not visually different or note worthy either, but whatever she and red pyro have is unspoken, vicious, and brutal. they will tear each other limb by limb anytime they're in proximity. definitely another reason that fuels most of the team's fear towards them.

blu demo ⭐: iron bomber / scottish resistance/ nessie's nine iron

strategic, cool, and a bit of a schemer. a real master at his craft with sticky bombs and planning traps. red demo actually likes him but blu HATES him since he (red) got the eyelander and he (himself) didn't, so he's very bitter towards him (wow this is confusing.)

blu heavy: tomslav / family business / eviction notice

goes missing from base a lot, no one knows why. he seems to be doing illegal assassin work both inside and out of company payroll. both heavies actually are in contact often and blu gives a good chunk, if not all, of what he makes to him. i'd assume any of the clones visiting anywhere outside of the immediate tuefort area would be problematic and would have restrictions to prevent two of the exact same person from walking around in the world at once, so blu heavy lets his other self take it so long as it goes directly to his mom and sisters. if he can't visit them personally, at least him knowing they're stable financially and doing well is more than enough for him.

blu engineer ⭐: rescue ranger / wrangler / wrench

the dell conagher, enough said. he's the most in contact with admin behind miss pauling for her own purposes. he'd rather not think about his red counterpart, but i will say that this version does not have the gunslinger. that was all red engineer post-cloning. but he does have the only australiam tool between both teams so it balances out maybe.

blu medic ⭐: overdose / vaccinator / solemn vow

he thinks hes dr fritz ludwig from emesis blue 🤣🤣🤣 tries VERY hard to be a cold collected scientist but ends up being more neurotic and jumpy. screams a lot. actually maybe dislikes his team? and loathes his own red copy for actually trying (who btw (red) is having a great time knowing his existence is an abomination to god, its even an affirmation he tells himself in a mirror.)

blu sniper: huntsman / razorback / kukri

ironically one of the few blu team members that actually stay put in the base. he doesnt call his folks as per aforementioned restrictions, but he has no beef with his red counterpart for that. the worst they do is get extremely competitive; theyre at the top of their game and even have stand offs of just aiming for hours until someone flinches.

blu spy ⭐: revolver / black rose / dead ringer / red-tape recorder

the man, the myth, the legend. more carefree and unserious than red spy, thats partially because he doesn't know about scout's relation to him. red spy found that out post-cloning, he's missing that one bit or character development that makes him a more mature and cold mercenary, but at this moment he's none the wiser. so aside from expected spy vs. spy shenanigans, their conflict is a bit more deeply rooted. he actually visits the red base a LOT, to only a few people's knowledge. makes a lot of long tangents.

#fc speaks #tf2 #tf2 blu team #so sorry i died btw!! been busy with an art slump and work. ill post more art soon i prommy

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spacetime1969 · 1 year

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TOAxDC anyone?

I've been a part of the MariBat fandom for years now, and more recently become a part of the BatPham fandom since it grew into a full fandom of it's own.

In all that time I have been sitting on an idea for another crossover with DC that I think has just as much potential to become something entirely its own.

So, allow me to present the idea of Tales of Arcadia x Batman, which I've been affectionate calling the BATHUNTER crossover in my head.

More ramblings and fic recs under the cut.

So, first and foremost:

We have a bat bait, blue eyed, black haired, protagonist with trauma. Comparing this to the other two fandoms we've already hit the ground running.

We also have a reason for them to be in Gotham. At the end of Trollhunters we have Claire and Jim going with the trolls to find a new heartstone in New Jersey. Gotham is in New Jersey.

The trolls traveling across the country and founding New Trollmarket right in the Bat's territory doesn't even require an explanation beyond 'They found the new heartstone under Gotham City.'

The opportunities for identity shenanigans are still just as present as ever. If you stick to the full canon of the Tales of Arcadia universe, sans the time travel reset, then Jim, Claire and possibly Toby are both human and the bats could meet them as human civilians and as vigilantes who go around with glowing face covering armor and the ability to just disappear.

Personally, I'm not a huge fan of canon past the first half of wizards. So I like the idea of Jim using a glamour mask to go to school while being a vigilante in his half troll form. Make the bat's even more confused.

I also feel like the dichotomy between the three rules of trollhunting and Batman's usage of fear as a weapon and no killing rule would be fascinating.

Just:

"Fear heightens your senses. Fear keeps you alive. Arrogance gets you killed."

-vs-

“You prefer to call me Batman. But the reason you can never escape me … is that my name is fear. And I live within you.”

“Always finish the fight.”

-vs-

"Heroes should never kill a villain, no matter the depths of his villainy."

They would probably agree on rule three, though: “When in doubt, always kick them in the gronk-nuts.” Since Batman identifying weakness in both his teammates and villains is a whole thing.

Lastly, the potential for bio-dad aus is fascinating to me. Specifically, not with Bruce as the bio-dad, but with Commissioner Jim Gordon.

For anyone who hasn't happened on Jim Gordon's backstory, allow me to give some context. Jim Gordon's wife was named Barbara Eileen Gordon. They had two children, Barbra Gordon and Jim Gordon Jr. Barbara Eileen divorced Commissioner Gordon because she wanted to get her son out of Gotham.

From what I understand, in canon she keeps the name and eventually moves back to Gotham after her son becomes a serial killer and inmate of Arkham Asylum.

But this is an AU, canon is what ever we want it to be and Jim Lake being the biological kid of Commishionre Gordon and little brother of Barbra Gordon aka Oracle has some real potential in the right author's hands.

Fic Recs:

Loose Lips, by NerdofSpades

Batman wants answers. Jim wants to be left alone, so he can go back to his not so normal life. Too bad those two things aren't at all compatible with each other. At least Jim gets some new friends out of all of this. Probably. Maybe.

One of my favorite fics in general. Jim becomes friends with the Young Justice team while trying to convince Batman that he's 'just a civilian'.

three teenagers are loose in gotham (what will they do), by clayr_of_the_lillies

sometimes you become a vigilante deliberately. sometimes its twitter's fault. aka a tales of arcadia/batman crossover that wouldn't leave my mind.

Very funny and well thought out. I particularly like this interpretation of Gotham's trollmarket and the friendship between the trollhunters and the batfam.

In Their Blood, NerdofSpades

Barbara Lake saw an uncomfortably familiar pattern in the behavior of James Lake Junior. She saw it in almost everything he did these days. She had seen it in her friends growing up. She had lived it herself. She just wasn't sure how to help him, so, instead, she calls in a friend.

Another fun one by NerdofSpades. Barbara, having been Batgirl, recognizes Jim's behavior in herself. It's a shorter one but still a lot of fun

I'm also working on a couple of my own fics set in this crossover, but their still WIP for now

#toa x dc #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #trollhunters x batman #bathunter #bathunter crossover #toa x dc crossover #batman #dc comics #maribat #dpxdc #jim lake jr #barbra gordon #barbara lake #james gordon #fic rec #batpham

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schnitzelsemmerl · 4 months

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Here: @worldsbiggestnerd101

"Yeah? Uhm. Nah, nah. Yeah nah. Can't come. Important stuff," Adam told Sera on the phone.

"What do you mean? You can't come? You're the first man! It's your duty to come to meetings concerning matters about Heaven! Now you either come here or I will-!"

Adam hung up. "Important stuff", my ass. Today was the Super Bowl of Heaven - and Adam, first man, Heaven's biggest frat boy, the original dick, would not be skipping that. Seriously, fuck Sera, fuck Lucifer, fuck Hell, fuck Heaven, fuck everything- oh, that reminded him. He wrote something down on his to-do list. Fuck Lucifer. Yeah, he'd get to that during the next extermination.

For now, he turned on the TV. Naturally, Adam despised everything that came from Hell (except maybe Lucifer), but damn, VoxTek really knew how to make electronics.

Oh great, his favourite team, the Malewife-Marys were leading. Maybe they could actually win for once. And not look like drunk dumbasses trying to fuck eachother when tackling the other team for the ball.

"Jesus Christ. IS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO FUCKING THROW A FUCKING FOOTBALL?!"

He raged. Awesome! Wow! Just wonderful! The Malewife-Marys' best player just fell down and split his skull open.

Eh, he'll live.

The first man facepalmed. "What. The. FUUUU-" Another player of the Malewife-Marys messed up the throw. Wow. They're all incompetent. "How the fuck did all these idiots come from my damn nuts," Adam groaned to himself. (Don't come for me, he said that in the show, I'm just repeating it.)

Adam was battling his thoughts, trying to resist from smashing the TV screen with a baseball bat. "I'll show these goddamn malewives how to throw," he spoke to himself. The self-proclaimed "dickmaster" put on his exorcist mask and flew away.

Confusion increased on the field. "Uhm, sir, what- are- you- doing-", the referee asked.

"Teaching my fucking sons how to throw a fucking football. Bitch," Responded Adam as he grabbed the leather ball from one of the players and held it. "Now boy, this is how to knock someone out with a football," and before they knew it, Adam hit the other team's linebacker in the face, causing said linebacker to get hit in the face.

"Woah! Yeah, this shit's better than the extermination!" Adam exclaimed as he began to beat the unconscious linebacker up. "Y'know, fuck you, and fuck your team! The Bitchy Bibles haven't won a game since '69! Y'all suck!" Adam then added "And... y'know, actually. Fuck you. You're kinda hot, dude."

The Marys began to gather around Adam. "Uhm, sir-"

Adam turned around impatiently. "What the fuck is it?! I'm trying to help you guys here!" He let go of the unconscious player. The head of the exorcist army went up to 2 of the players, putting his arms around each of then in a fatherly manner "You can almost call me daaaaad," he flashed his ever-so condescending signature grin.

"So, okay... uhm, Adam. There's some Seraphims outside- apparently you're convicted of vehicular manslaughter-", another one began to carefully speak.

"Oh, uhm- I- I gotta go- see ya-" And with that, Adam ran. Some say he is still running away from his crime of charged manslaughter and driving without a license to this day. The end.

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #adam hazbin hotel #ASGBKFDHGSGHDS THIS IS MY FIRST EVER WRITING #IT SUCKS BUT YEA #THIS IS FOR YOU EMMY

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Request: No Sleep... (Batman Arkham Knight)

You got the call at one thirty in the morning. Gotham's most notorious criminals- once again- caused mayhem in the streets of Gotham. They seemed to be fond of the teaming up idea as they now tried - again- to take over Gotham together with every intention of stabbing each other in the back afterwards. Messing with Gotham was one thing- expected even. However to mess with your sleep? Well now that's just a war declaration.

You stormed up to the line up rogues along with your colleagues, tugging at your hair before letting out a rather loud screech of frustration. You glared at the rogues. If looks could kill they'd be goners. Every last one of them. "Whoa! Easy!" One of your colleagues called out to you. "Move them into section F. Maybe then they won't be so disruptive." Cash ordered. You roughly grabbed Two-Face by the arm. "Hey, you're working? Why are you here?" Two-Face asked with confusion. "I'm here for domino night! What do you think, idiot!?" You snapped. "Hey! Hey! Play nice!" Harvey retorted. "We'll shoot you." Harv' grumbled. "Don't you even play nice with me!" You seethed. "I already had a long shift! Now because of you it's even longer!" You huffed. "The hell are you talking about?" Harv' frowned. "You lot! You all went nuts- more than usual- so they called me in when I'm supposed to be in the morning. Seven until five, Dent! Seven until five! Thanks to you lot it'd going to be three in the morning until five the next evening!" "Oh...well I've heard worst shifts but sure that's our mistake." Harvey grumbled with uncertainty. "Shush and get in the cell." You huffed.

An hour passed and something occurred to you as Cash handed you Penguin, Harley's and Fireflies case files. Adding to the pile you already had. "This militia is clogging up the system. Where gonna have criminal records on first offence. A bunch of them." You lifted a finger, silencing Cash. "What is it?" He asked. "Do you hear that?" You asked. "I don't hear anything. It's silent in here." He replied. "Exactly." Your eyes narrowed in the direction of section F.

You peaked your head around the corner to find the rogues scattered around in their shared cells. Sleeping. Oh hell no. You briskly left moved away from the door, clearly annoyed. "No way, there's just no freakin' way!" You grumbled to yourself with a clenched jaw. "What is it?" Cash called to you. "No! They don't get to start a bloody riot, get my ass in here just to sleep through the morning! No!" A few near by officers chuckled. You picked up a nearby by metal riot shield and stormed back towards the door. You kicked the door opened of Section F. "I'm tired of you!" You yelled out and smacked the shield off a cells nearby bars. "Get up! Get up! Wake up!" You began to hit the shield of the bars repeatedly. You yelled over the whacks as well as the chorus of groans from the rogues. "You lot are gonna make me lose my mind! Get the hell up!" You demanded. "Shut up, why are you so loud!?" Firefly groaned, covering his face with his arms and rolling over. Jonathan sighed tiredly. Whilst many of the rogues had stirred with an array of less than pleased responses. You weren't satisfied. This was far from over. "Oh I'm not done, you think I'm done!?" You declared. "Hang on! I'll get something louder!" Upon that notice, Jervis sat up and moved to the corner of his cell with some giggles.

A few officers couldn't help but chuckle behind their hands as you passed them with a megaphone and the metal riot shield. By the time you returned to Section F. "I'm sick of your crap. I already had a long shift and it's even longer because of you. If I don't get to sleep then neither do you!" You said into the megaphone which was met with even louder groans of protest. To further your point, you smacked the shield off the bars, marching up and down the aisle. "This is abuse!" The Riddler snapped loudly. "Call your lawyers! Bring out that Bat signal! This is gonna go on all freaking day!" You yelled back. "This is ridiculous." Jonathan sighed again. A particularly loud whack sent vibrations through the side of Two-Face's arm, who sent you a cold look. "What's the problem?" He ground out. "Come on now!" You threw back at him with another whack. As far as you were concerned, it was self explanatory. As plain as day. "I didn't get to sleep because of you! So you won't sleep because of me! Rise and Shine! Upsy daisies! Wake up!" You yelled into the megaphone.

Finally, all the rogues were awake and glaring at you from all angles. "Learn something from this." You began. "Screw around with my sleep, I screw around with yours. I didn't get any sleep last night because of you nutjobs and I'll be damned if I let you sleep it off. No. Not today! If you want sleep- then sleep at night like ordinary people!" You tossed the riot shield to the doors with a huff. "Hardly be villainous to be catering to your mundane desires hm? Although you could use all the benefits sleep could give." The Riddler smirked as a few chuckles were heard around the room. You barely caught the Riddler's snarky remark and lost your temper. "You know what, Nygma?" You grabbed a baton and the Riddler burst out laughing beside Scarecrow who couldn't help but smile in amusement. "After all the shit you put us through, how does it feel to finally be on the receiving end?" You asked. Two-Face let out a laugh and responded just as quickly as you did. "He's always on the recei-" He was drowned out as you spoke louder. "Oh wait- you're always on the receiving end, I forgot!" "I don't know!" Edward could barely managed out the words through his laughter. "You should know! What's your freaking problem!?" You screamed and he laughed even harder. "You're such an idiot! There's nothing wrong with me!" You groaned, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes. "I hate you." You muttered angrily towards the man in green. "Jealousy is an ugly trait to have." He smirked. "I think you just like my attention or any attention you can get. Bet you're not picky, are you Riddler?" He scoffed. "Like I'd choose to waste my time around you!" "You know, if you actually tried to play nice, he might be less insufferable." Harvey grumbled. "Show some respect!" The Riddler grinned. You looked at him with disgust. "My time may do you good!" You turned to give the Riddler a dead pan stare. "Why would I even bother to have a conversation with you? What is the point?" You practically spat out the words. "I'd rather talk to Killer Croc. Hell I'll even take Mothman! Both would be much more worthwhile than an arrogant scrawny git who'd like the smell of his own sh-" "Hey, (Y/N)?" Cash called, peaking around the door. "Got some good news. "That better be coffee." You stared Cash down. "I mean, I can get you that. I was gonna say that since you came in early, Gordon says you can be done by noon. Most of them will be carted off by then." You stared at Cash momentarily with a blank stare. "I might just have to risk my job and kiss Commissioner Gordon for that." You replied. Cash snorted.

#request #batman #batman villains #batman arkham knight #arkham knight #part 2 #reader #oneshot #one shot

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team-mavericks · 7 months

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Rin tries to be nice to Makoto

After another successful Maverick mission, it's usually tradition to wander off for a little bit. But today was a bit different. Rin looked unusually happy to be here today. And what's more, he seemed to have something for Makoto.

"Hey, Makoto! Catch!" Is all the warning he gives before he tosses a baseball bat to her. She catches it with no issue, especially when given a heads up for once, but she still blinks at it in her hand. "My gift to you, neighbor. I hope you enjoy."

"Oh. I get it. Because I like Bats. That's... clever. Thanks... Rin." You can clearly see her brain lag for a moment, unsure what to make of Rin's behavior.

"Don't be ridiculous, Makoto! The bat isn't the gift! The gift is what you'll be doing with it. Come with me, I'll show you."

Makoto really didn't know what was happening. First Jet buys her flowers, a romantic gesture that has never happened before, and now Rin is being nice completely unprompted. What timeline is she in now?? But she can't let this moment just pass, she needs to know more. So she shrugs and agrees. Rin takes Makoto on a short ride... which has also never happened before. But they stop on the outskirts of town where there are currently no other people. Rin gets off the bike and gestures to a car.

"Ta-da!!" Rin says with a genuine smile as he presents a shiny jet black car with very dark tinted windows.

Makoto walks up, still holding the bat. Her brows lower in even more confusion. "Rin... I'm going to have to ask you to start making sense, please."

Rin is still cheerful, excited for this gift. "Oh, come on! You mean you still don't know what the gift is? I think it's very clear. There's a fancy looking car, you have a bat... Why don't you just go nuts?"

This isn't helping her understand at all. "R-Rin, why would I want to do that? This is somebody's car, isn't it?" She says, starting to feel exhausted already.

"Oh, this isn't just anybody's car..." Finally, Rin's friendly smile shifts to a more sinister one.

"Rumor is... This is Giovanni's car."

Makoto immediately feels shook to her core. There's no way. The car does look vaguely familiar. But why? Why is he here? What reason would he have? She's starting to get scared, dropping the bat to the ground and taking a few steps back.

"R-Rin... n-no..." Is all she can manage to say. She can't even muster up the strength to run, like every nerve in her body is shouting to do.

Rin raises his brow, a little surprised. "Uh... Makoto? This is... Giovanni's car. You know. Team Rocket. The team that stole your life before you were even born. And you don't want some retribution?"

Makoto can only slowly shake her head while her body is visibly shaking. "N-no... I... I can't..."

And there goes Rin's optimism. He really thought they could bond over this. He scowls a little and scoffs as he picks up the bat. "Fine. I'll do it myself."

Makoto's eyes widen, and her vision gets blurry as she watches Rin get closer to the car with the bat in hand. She's starting to hyperventilate, but she can't look away. He's really going to do it. He's going to wreck her former bosses car. She can hear Rin starting to laugh as he gets himself excited to cause some damage to someone who deserves it.

"Just you watch, as I get some revenge FOR THE BOTH OF US!" He says as he winds up to smash the driver side window.

Makoto suddenly snaps, she realizes she can't just sit here. He needs to be stopped. In a fit of fear and anger, Makoto tackles Rin to the floor. As if in slow motion, Rin turns his head to look up to Makoto as she winds back a tightly clenched fist. Her eyes may have tears, but she looks absolutely furious. Her fist comes straight for Rin's face, making his head turn again.

"DON'T MAKE MY LIFE HARDER THAN IT ALREADY IS, YOU ASSHOLE!!" Makoto shouts at the top of her lungs.

There was a moment of silence. Rin is completely shocked. After a brief pause, Makoto even starts to realize what she did as she looks to her fist in disbelief. She quickly gets up and backs away, now afraid of Rin's retaliation.

"R-Rin, wait! I-I didn't mean it!"

Rin slowly gets up and dusts himself off before squinting at Makoto. He stares her down intensely. "... Makoto. I want to believe you had a good reason to stop me..." He cracks his knuckles. "You have 30 seconds."

Makoto is still very much afraid, but she can't run away. Rin is a friend. She just hit someone she considers a friend. This can't be the end. Makoto's voice shakes as she doesn't want to go back to the days that he felt nothing but hatred for her.

"Please... Please understand... I've been hiding from them for years... I don't want to be found, I don't want to be his enemy, I don't want to be on his radar... I don't want him to come after the Mavericks... It's the only family I have...!" Makoto closes her eyes tightly and tears start rushing down. "I just want to be left alone... I want to live peacefully... I don't want Team Rocket in my life in any capacity... Please..."

Rin's expression doesn't change while Makoto makes her plea. For a moment, he doesn't say anything at all. He just lets her cry in fear for her life. "You done?" Is all he says before he crosses his arms, annoyed. He looks to the side, giving up the fight before it really started. He ponders for a moment. "... You are nothing like you used to be... You're a coward."

Makoto opens her eyes up to Rin, hurt by his words. Rin continues.

"You really think you can live peacefully while he and his team are still out there? You fear the man who ruined your life more than you love the Mavericks. And you love the Mavericks more than you hate him. Don't you feel any hatred? Or has this lifestyle made you weak?"

Makoto is hurt, but she has to speak up. "YOU'RE WRONG!" She shouts. "I fear Giovanni BECAUSE I love the Mavericks. I don't want ANYTHING to happen to ANY of us. Even you. But... I'm not strong enough to fight him. I never have been..."

Rin doesn't turn his head to her, but his eyes shift to her direction. "Then instead of being afraid, what do you think you should be doing?"

Makoto looks to Rin, her heart dropping. Rin starts walking up to her, putting his hands in his pockets to show he's not going to physically hurt her.

"Stop coming up with excuses for the reason you keep running away from your problems. It solves nothing. You don't want to be afraid, then become someone who doesn't need to be." As he's about to pass her, he stops, not even looking in her direction. "You're a Maverick now. Start acting like one. Stop accepting your limitations and do something to break them, or you'll be left in the dust."

Rin then continues to walk past her to get on his motorcycle. Makoto drops to her knees and looks straight ahead, unable to see anything clearly. She hears Rin behind her, about to turn his metaphor into something more literal.

"R-Rin... I'm sorry..." She begs him softly, feeling nothing but regret over striking him.

Rin rolls his eyes. "Don't be. As far as I'm concerned, we're even."

Rin starts his engine, and gives it a few revs.

"When you're done feeling sorry for yourself, I hope you get back up with some form of resolve! Don't disappoint me ever again! YOU HEAR ME!?"

And with that, Rin spins out and rides away, abandoning Makoto to be with her thoughts.

Makoto drops to her hands and hangs her head down low. She's hurt because he's right. She should feel glad to stop vandalism against someone else's property, regardless of who they are. But all she feels is guilt. Her fears are holding her back, and she knows it. If Jet didn't give her a chance at having a different life, where would she be? She would still be a Rocket. She would still be a bad person. And how does she repay this kindness? By being completely helpless. Makoto sinks to the ground more and starts bawling.

"...What the fuck is wrong with me...?"

#ic (rin)#ic (makoto)#I really felt like writing this today #dont @ me

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shepherds-of-haven · 3 years

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No thoughts, just the Shepherds playing monopoly

I could have sworn I answered this before, but apparently not! Get ready for some chaos...

Blade: he is peak... him when playing Monopoly, because he keeps insisting on playing it like a war game and waging guerilla tactics against his competitors in order to bankrupt their “forces” and claim their land as his own. No one knows if he’s doing it out of malicious compliance from being forced to play, or if he’s sincerely, earnestly unable to play a game without making it about battle and violence. Anyway, he won one time and was silently insufferable about it--nothing is more irritating than the Commander’s stoic face looking just slightly smug without him saying anything--so no one wants to play with him anymore, which suits him just fine because then he can stay a champion without having to constantly defend his title. He also has fairly bad luck when it comes to gambling, so the dice seem to conspire to screw him over quite a lot.

Trouble: he gets excited and jubilant to play every time, but hits a breaking point when the other players start playing “dirty” and not “playing fair”--IE using tactics and techniques that he can’t keep up with or manipulating him. Then it’s the time for Rage and shouting and violence and indignation. He insists on keeping a “judge” or referee around whenever they play so the referee can comment on whether or not certain moves are fair and allowed, but he always ends up bullying the ref and yelling at them, too, leading once to tears on Shery’s part, which led to Briony and Ayla getting into an all-out brawl with him. He won that fight, but has never won a single game of Monopoly. Still, his dogged determination to keep playing never wavers. More on his violence in the other entries.

Tallys: she played with them one time before realizing how unhinged they all were. Here’s part of her journal entry for that day: Never before had I contemplated what a thread-thin line it is that separates us from the demons. Each of us possesses the power to bring an entire city to its knees, and it would not take very much to tip us over that precipice. Even a mere game is enough to tempt us to the path of darkness. Pride cometh before a fall, and I fear we are all balancing precariously on the edge of a knife.

Long story short: she has the smarts to win, but it’s just not worth it.

Shery: she is actually very competent at Monopoly and is good enough strategically to keep up with Red, Lavinet, and Riel, sometimes showing an unpredictable streak of merciless logic. However, she tends to feel bad about rubbing things in or making others feel bad, so she sometimes quietly makes wrong moves and mistakes towards the end of the game. Riel called her out on it once, and she admitted she likes commiserating with everyone and having fun with them instead of winning, because everyone loathes the victor lol. But she could destroy at Monopoly if she wanted to! She puts on a pot of calming tea whenever they decide to play, but assures everyone it’s caffeinated lol. Regardless, it never helps...

Riel: he is not allowed to play with them. He is horrible with Monopoly. But not in that he’s bad... in that he’s way too good. And competitive. And ruthless. And the whole “he can think twelve steps ahead of everyone else” intelligence and analytical skill is combined with an insufferably condescending attitude (not even really on purpose... that’s just how he is). Imagine having an opponent who absolutely destroys you every time you play with him-- sometimes yawning while you play, sometimes sighing and explaining to you what exact moves you could have made to actually put up a fight against him or even have a chance of winning, and exactly what you did to go wrong. Imagine buying a Monopoly property and glancing across the table at Riel, who looks like:

One time Trouble physically reached across the table, grabbed him by the shirtfront, and dragged him across the board game to throttle him. The worst part about it was that, when it upset the game pieces and overturned the board, Riel commented that he had memorized every piece position and each player's money exactly, so there was no need to stop the game. Another time, Ayla actually stood and gave him a black eye for buying Reading Railroad when she had been saving up for it (well, it was really when he answered, “I know.”). This violence shocked Riel--who had never really been physically hurt by another person before--so deeply that he didn’t speak for the rest of the game. However, he still won, even with only one good eye.

After that, it was decided that Riel can only play the game through a proxy, and to cap him further, that person has to make half of the decisions while Riel is allowed to suggest the other half, with no discussion between the two of them. Unfortunately for Riel, the only person who would want to be his proxy turned out to be Caine, whose blithe spiritual resilience and enjoyment of winning allowed him to withstand Riel’s controlling demeanor. However, he also drives Riel insane because he’s 12 and makes the unpredictable moves of a 12-year-old boy.

Chase: Truth be told, he never learned how to play Monopoly or what the point of the game is, because any time anyone tries to explain game rules to him longer than five seconds, his eyes glaze over, or he even get bored and wanders off. Now he plays only to amuse himself by trolling the others; his favorite past time is to replace other players’ pieces with stupid things and see how long it takes for them to notice. The thimble becomes a button, the dog becomes a nut, and etc. Interestingly, he has extremely good luck, and whether by cheating or fortune, he can make the dice roll to any number he wants. Briony, Lavinet, and Red regularly bribe him to help them out with important rolls; thus, another rule has been instated that he can only roll another player’s dice once per game. Typically, they bribe him with more stuff to replace their game pieces with.

Red: he has a strategic mind to rival Riel’s, but he lacks the desire to crush his enemy under his bootheel in order to win at all costs. He tries to make it light-hearted and good, wholesome fun, but it never really goes that way. Still, somehow things work in his favor anyway, and he can cheerfully go, “Oh, I can buy Park Place!” as if just realizing it, an attitude which drives most others crazy. After Riel, he is technically in second place for most games won; he would be tied with Shery if she actually won the games she was in the position to without pretending to lose. However, everyone else being so competitive has made him reluctant to play, so typically he can only be persuaded to if everyone is extra nice to him and promises not to scream to the gods for the others to drop dead on the spot.

Ayla: you might think Trouble is the likeliest to flip over the game board/table, but it’s actually Ayla. She gets easily confused and irritated, bending over the pieces and scratching her head furiously like “wtf is going on??” This makes her angrier, and when Riel starts to gloat, she’s lunging across the table and having to be held back by Briony or Blade; one time she even tried to bite him. She doesn’t even want to play nowadays, but can’t stand to be left out. When she's not so angry the room is spinning, she does alright, and generally can do second or third-best if Riel or Lavinet are not involved (for some reason she does better against Red or Shery).

Halek: are you joking? you think he would play an hours-long game with those maniacs? as soon as he hears the rattle of the game board, he dissipates into the air like smoke

Briony: Briony’s got the spirit of things, but she’s not quite cut out for Monopoly. She keeps trying to bend the rules to work on teams with other people, proposing combining their finances and working together to win the game, like “yay okay let’s be allies ❤!!!” This works out in her favor like 50% of the time; sometimes someone like Red or Shery agrees, even though that’s not really how you play, and they might win; sometimes she gets absolutely burned, notably once by Lavinet, because her partner will then betray her in some way. This drives her to hysterical tears, but otherwise, she can generally handle losing with a smile and a desire to keep the peace. However, she can get riled up when the others get riled up, like “okay Trouble stop yelling and settle down, you’re going to knock over Shery’s tea...” *Trouble knocks over Shery’s tea* *Briony tackles him* “I SAID SETTLE DOWN!”

Lavinet: Behind Riel, Red, and Shery, she’s the best at the game, since Monopoly is fairly similar to the work she does for the fiefdom. She’s also the best at manipulating the others and occasionally even flirting her way to Pennsylvania Ave. She doesn’t care about winning as much as the others--she is very good at dismissing any loss as “just a game” or “it’s not that important, darling”--but is a smug winner just like the rest of them, unleashing her ojou-sama laugh at the moment of her impending victory. Trouble once described that laugh as “the shrieking of a thousand harpies”. Other than that, though, she’s a fairly normal player, though she barely bats an eye at the violent extremes everyone else takes it to.

#Shepherds of Haven #monopoly #board game #silly #all characters #anon

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mrsmaybank · 4 years

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My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader

It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused.

CW: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED SMUT, AGE GAP, LANGUAGE, DADDY KINK. (LMK IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE)

PART ONE

PART TWO

A/N: Shiiit!!! Sorry this mediocrity took so long!!! Anyway, let me know if you want me to clear anything up and please let me know if you like it. Kisses <3

I had the right to be upset, but I knew I shouldn’t be. Hotch was right, I could not work the case nor was I in the state to. It was for my own good and maybe the sanity of the rest of the team. I was a mess. He “ordered” me to go get some sleep in the breakroom, knowing I would never agree to go home. But like always, I couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t unusual and my brain began me to torture me with a movie of my most recent memories.

9 Days Ago

Friday - 8:49 PM

“I waannt Thaiiii foooood!” Only she could make my heart melt while simultaneously whining and disagreeing with me. She tightened her grip on my hand, “Pretty, pretty please?”

“We had Thai last week.” I looked down at her as we continued walking down the streets. “And plus, you love the Greek place.” She pouted and continued to ramble about why Thai was so much better. Even complaining, her company was so comforting and calming that I was genuinely relaxed, despite the roars of taxi cabs and the indistinct chatter of drunk city goers.

“Oh my god! Don’t look! Do not look left!” She skipped to my right, “Look-look at me!” I watched her skip around me and cling to my right arm before her little hands grabbed my face and pressed her mouth to mine.

“Sweetheart,” I tried to get out of her grip but she cut me off by pressing her body to mine and continuing the frenzied kiss. As soon as she needed a breath, I spun in the other direction. “You’re a monster.” I grabbed her hand and we ran to it immediately. A life-size and functioning chess board under an array of colorful lanterns and vines. It was probably a contemporary art piece and I silently thanked whoever created it. I wrapped my arms around her as I excitedly admired it. “Why didn’t you want me to see this?” I whispered into the small of her neck. “Is it because I always beat you at chess?”

She backed up from me offended, “You don’t always beat me!”

I grabbed her once more, not liking the space between us. “If you took all of our games, looked at my wins and your losses, I’ve won 98% of the time.”

“Yeah well…” she tiptoed and grazed her lips against mine, “I win 100% of the time.” I was confused, “At this.” She pressed her entire body to mine and finally kissed me.

“You,”

Kiss.

“Don’t know,”

Kiss.

“What you’re,”

Kiss.

“Starting little,”

Kiss.

“Girl.”

She grabbed my hand and twirled herself around just to fall back onto me. I caught her, just like she knew I would. I trusted her and she trusted me, and that was the best feeling in the world. “I love you.” I said, still supporting all her weight.

She stood upright and gave me a light kiss. “I love you so much Spencer.”

I couldn’t see anything in the world but her. “I would do anything for you.”

She perked up with a sneaky glint in her eye, “Would you eat Thai two weeks in a row?” She grinned.

I sighed. She won. “Yeah,” I pushed the hair out of her face, “I would. Let’s go get some.”

“If..” she rolled her eyes, “We play on the walk back.” I motioned to the board. “I’ll go easy on you.”

“You’re on Dr. Reid.” she snarked back.

8 Days Ago

Saturday - 2:31 PM

Saturday was one of those stereotypical rainy days where the world seemed slowed. The pitter patter of the raindrops and the light music of her favorite record created a symphony of other-worldly peace for me. I left our room, and there she was, my perfect girl sitting criss crossed at my desk. I perched over her, laying a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“So..I was thinking macaroons…” she scrolled through different catering sites, “But cupcakes are a must too.” I watched her plan in adoration. Never in my life had I been so sure of anything. But I wanted to marry this girl and spend every last day of my life like this one and there was no question about it. It was that simple.

“Spence?” she broke me out of my lovelorn daydreams of growing old together.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“Chocolate or red velvet? There is one right answer.” her eyes narrowed.

“Oh,” I knew exactly what she wanted me to say, “Red velvet. All the way.”

“You really are a genius.” She teased and began to scribble ‘Red Velvet’ on the small notebook next to her. I looked at the list of random little things she’d written down in preparation for the day. It assured me she was just as infatuated with the idea of a future together as I was. I sighed, “Even your handwriting is cute.”

“Duh..” she retorted and I rolled my eyes, “Can I read you the food list?” I gently lifted her off the desk seat, “You can read it to me on the couch maybe?”

She nodded and grabbed her notebook. I sat first, and she took the opportunity to crawl in my lap. It’s like our bodies were made for each other because she just fit so perfectly there.

“For the dessert table, hazelnut, pistachio and vanilla macaroons. From the French bakery in downtown. Obviously. Red velvet cupcakes from that bakery JJ told me about. Remember the ones she ordered for her baby shower?” I nodded. “Those.”

“White chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and if I get my way..”

“You always do.” I teased. “Yeah, and don’t forget it.” she smiled, “Tiny little cheesecake squares.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I said. “Of course! A lot of tiny desserts are waaay better than one big cake.”

“And more sanitary.” It was her turn to sigh.

“Yes yes, and more sanitary.” She laid her head in my chest and closed her eyes.

“I told Penelope we’d meet her at the restaurant at 3.”

“But it’s raining!” I complained. Truthfully, I just didn’t want this moment to end. She gave me a look and I stopped my protests. “Y’know if we order an Uber instead of taking the metro, we might have time to take a nice…” her words purposely trailed, “Long...hot shower.” She didn’t really have to say much else, batting her eyelashes to give this heart wrenching illusion of innocence. I wasn't buying it. Then, being way too coy for her age, she ran her hands up my chest and flashed me a coquettish grin. It was textbook but, goddd. Her smile alone turned me on to an extent it shouldn’t.

I let her off my lap and stood up instantly, grabbing her hand and leading her to our bathroom. “Now.”

7 Days Ago

Sunday - 9:22 AM

The view convinced me I had died and arrived in heaven. I had to be. Where else but heaven does an angel perch themselves on your lap? No, though. It wasn’t heaven. It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused.

She kissed down my neck and I swore my heart would burst out of my chest. She paused and sat up to say “When was the last time we got a whole weekend together like this?”

I rubbed her arms up and down, “I can’t even remember.”

“Me neither.” She kind of sounded like she wanted to say something else, but I didn’t really care, kissing her open mouth and rocking my hips up to hers. She was panting by the time my hands met her chest. “Please,” she whined, “Daddy, please.”

She had no idea what she was asking for but I did. So I gave it to her.

I would give her anything.

6 Days Ago

Monday 7:02 AM

“Bye baby.” I kissed her still bed-headed hair.

“NOooo!” she tried to pull my satchel back into her mess of sheets.

“I’m sorry.” I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. She curled her head into my lap and I caressed her forehead.

“You have class today.” I felt her twitch, “An important one. You should eat a good breakfast.”

“I know.” she said sadly. I registered that the sadness was less about class, and more about the fact we both knew this was goodbye for at least a couple days. Time spent together was bliss and days apart were agonizing, regardless of how important both of our responsibilities were.

“Hey, think about what a good weekend we had.” I gently reminded her.

“I know but now you’re gonna be gone.” The pain in her voice brought me the kind of sorrow that you didn’t wish upon your worst enemy.

“Not for too long, little girl.” I kissed her forehead again, “I promise.”

She got up and sighed, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

I wish she wouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t blame her either.

“I’m sorry.” She just shook her head.

“Don’t be. Go save some lives Dr. Reid.” there was a gentle smile on her face as she said the words, “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I enveloped her in a hug with nothing but love, and she still couldn't resist teasing me, “Or maybe drunk at a Frat house, I don’t know.”

My eyes went wide and the thought immediately gave me anxiety, “Please, do not. Do you know-” She shut me up with a kiss and I silently thanked her for it. “I love you Spencer. I’ll see you soon.” “I love you more.” I got up and headed for the door, “Sooner than later, okay?”

She nodded, “Okay.”

3 Days Ago

Wednesday 2:10 AM

I silently stepped through the apartment, relishing in the stillness that meant just maybe, my begging Y/N not to waste sleep over me had worked, but I still doubted it. Her listening to my instructions was like a solar eclipse: disappointingly rare.

As soon as I made it to the bedroom though, I was pleasantly surprised. She was asleep, but not yet under the covers. Poor thing had tried to stay up, but couldn’t. As much as I wanted to instantly smother her in affection, I restrained myself only to admire the sight of her in nothing but underwear and a grey cardigan of mine. She’d only done a single button too, obscuring the direct view so her figure was just barely covered. It was incredibly attractive and she knew it.

I began to undress, trying to remain silent as I exchanged my tie and vest for pajama pants and the Caltech sweater on the dresser. I didn’t wear it much before she did. In fact, I’d only started wearing it because despite it being 5 sizes too big for her, she adored it. For the first couple months of knowing her, it was the only thing she slept in. And because of that, it smelled like her perfume. Nestling myself into bed next to her, I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close, while trying to gently pull the sheets out from under her.

“Get under the covers.” Her eyes fluttered open, “Spence...Spencer?” She smiled, “Spencer!”

She buried herself impossibly closer to my chest, arms and legs wrapping around me like a…

“You’re like a panda.” I laughed. She giggled, “You’re bamboo.”

“Are you calling me a stick-skinny? That’s hurtful, y/n.” We laughed harder until I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. The kisses were long and sweet as we both savored the reunion. She tugged on the sweater I wore, “Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?” I brushed some hair out of her face. “It was mine first.” She rolled her eyes, “Pff...did you even go to Caltech?” She was trying so hard to control laughter, “Poser.”

She laughed as I’m sure despite silence from me she could hear my internal screaming.

Her laughter finally ceased when my grip on her got looser and my eyes hung a little lower. “Sleepy?” she asked.

I nodded and so did she, “Me too.” We got under the covers together.

“Hold me.” she hummed. “Hotch give you guys the day off tomorrow?”

“Yeah, recuperation. The case was...rough.”

“You guys catch the guy?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yeah.” “That’s amazing Spence. You’re so amazing.” I held her tighter.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Now go to sleep.” And so I did.

2 Days Ago

Thursday 6:30 PM

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”

“You are. So, so much smarter.”

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.

Present Day

Sunday 11:45 PM

How did it all seem so incredibly long ago? The BAU break room couch was definitely not made for sleeping, and yet Hotch had insisted I come try to get some rest. What was the use? How was I supposed to rest knowing that Y/N was out there in so much danger? I couldn’t rest until we found her, everybody knew that.

Morgan came rushing into the tiny room, “Garcia’s got a hit. Her father left her 3 of his commercial properties, one of which is an abandoned mall.”

I wasn’t allowed to work on the profile, but this was, for lack of a better word, a clear trap. “Morgan, it can’t be that easy. We both know that.”

“Kid, she’s having a psychotic break. Everything about this is disorganized. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s not that much of a stretch to say she’d go to a secluded place she figured we’d never find.”

“Was there a second stressor? JJ and I thought it might’ve been the proposal but…”

“Reid, I’ll brief you in the car. Get your shit together and let’s go get Y/N.”

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years

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MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

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Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

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It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

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READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

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"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

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The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.

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So I succumbed to temptation and binged the fourth season of "Stranger Things" while face-down. I was a little worried that they were going to keep with the aggressive "look how 80s we are!" from season three, and they did tone it down... somewhat. It's also not the scrappy, underdog production with a tight, assured narrative arc we all fell in love with, but so it goes. There were plenty of things to like, so I give it a thumbs-up. Some takeaways from my initial viewing: 1. The Duffer Brothers have added so many characters that they left Will hanging. He was basically the MacGuffin in seasons one AND two, so his character arc has been necessarily limited. But it would have been nice to see him doing more than looking pensive and/or emotional. Speaking of the Byers brothers, it would *also* have been nice to see Jonathan doing more than looking stoned or confused. 2. Only a designer/printer/type nut could have caught this: on his Fish N Fly sign, Yuri's name is set in Comic Sans... which was released in 1994. 3. I was then and still am on Team Pineapple Pizza. 4. How metal is playing "Master Of Puppets" to decoy a flock of demon bats? Infinite metal. 5. Steve and Nancy? No. Just no. Steve Harrington has had a very satisfying arc from douchebro to badass, but the Nancy-Jonathan arc is the more natural progression, at least in the earlier seasons. All this futzing around smacks of both shameless fanservice and needless complication. Let Steve find his own badass to accompany him in his RV road trip! Although I have the sneaking suspicion that, with all this buildup, Steve Harrington may be the Heart-Rending Sacrifice in season five. 6. The portrayal was good, and I especially liked the fact that the Vecna aspect was a more thoughtful, considered supervillian than most, but maybe they could have not gone with the "blond angular-face reduced-affect psycho dude" trope for Henry Creel? A little too on-the-nose for me. However, casting Robert Englund as Victor Creel was genius. Okay, that's the highlight reel, as there was over ten hours of narrative to digest, but that's what stuck out. Feel free to comment, discuss or argue below. #strangerthings4 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf6b6BCIOes/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Precure Day 208

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 10 - “It’s Here! The Power of the Blue Rose!" Date watched: 16 April 2021 Original air date: 6 April 2008 Screenshots Transformation Gallery Project info and master list of posts

~mysterious~

Scorp knows his days at Eternal are numbered if he doesn’t get his act together, so he and Bunbee conspire on their most devious plan yet, pushing the Precures to exhaustion. But at the eleventh hour, a savior appears.... let’s dig in!

The Plot

The girls are hanging around at Natts House on a day off, goofing around, when suddenly the Rose Pact starts to glow intensely. The group assumes it’s King Donuts at first, but he’s already standing beside it. Instead, Flora emerges, and the opening credits play.

After the intro, she warns them that darkness is gathering its strength to tear apart the Red Rose, and they’ll need to bring together the power of the Red and Blue Roses. Somehow, her message manages to be both literal and cryptic at the same time. As quickly as she appeared, she disappears back into the Rose Pact, leaving everyone to stew on her words.

Meanwhile, at the Eternal Mansion, Scorp comes to deliver his report to Anacondy and finds Bunbee eavesdropping outside of her office. Bunbee mentions he heard her say something about an underground storehouse, which scares Scorp. After handing over his report, he talks privately with Bunbee and explains that Eternal is unforgiving to employees who fail to perform, condemning them to an underground labyrinth for all eternity. Bunbee freaks out hilariously, but Scorp tells him that he has a plan to save both of them.

We rejoin the girls at school, tending to the lawn with the rest of the student body (cultural note: Japanese students are usually responsible for the upkeep and general maintenance of their schools). They discuss Flora’s prophecy, somehow having a conversation despite all being a considerable distance from each other and facing different directions.

They recognize that the Red Rose being torn apart refers to them, but they still don’t know much about the Blue Rose. Nozomi assures everyone that everything will be fine, because they always pull through. She gathers her friends to hold hands in a circle, hearkening back to when she rescued them from the Kowaiina masks in the previous season.

Syrup and Coco show up to further discuss the warning. Syrup is very cynical but Coco, who knows firsthand the kind of trials the girls have overcome before, reassures him, and they agree to walk home together with the girls after school. The wind blows, scattering some rose petals, which leads to a transition to Natts House where Nuts picks up some rose petals of his own. He flashes back to an earlier conversation between the fairies about Flora’s prophecy, where King Donuts warned them that her predictions were absolute and the Precures should be extra cautious. Although not directly confirmed, this is probably why Coco and Syrup were so concerned. Nuts stares at the darkening sky in concern.

After school, the girls wait for their escorts home, but Scorp appears first, sarcastically offering to take them himself. They transform into Precure, but instead of fighting them, Scorp teleports to a short distance away. The team gives chase, and Scorp teleports again as it begins to rain. He continues to teleport, leading the team further and further away from the meeting point. The farther they chase him, the more intense the rain gets. Meanwhile, Coco, Nuts, and Syrup appear at the meeting spot, confused about where the girls are. Suddenly, Bunbee appears before the human fairies, saying that his business is with them as he transforms in an intimidating manner.

Scorp ultimately leads the Precures to an open field, where he finally stops and declares this should be far enough. The girls barely have enough time to ask him what he means before Bunbee teleports beside him, holding Coco, Nuts, and Syrup in their fairy forms, all looking a bit worse for wear. Scorp remarks that they are a part of the collection after all, just not very high on the list, and the two villains laugh. The Cures are all aghast at what’s unfolding, but Dream is the first to snap and charge at the villains, ready to kick their asses and retrieve her friends. However, when she tries to punch Scorp, he teleports out of the way, causing her to lose her balance and fall on the wet ground. Rouge and the other girls rush in to save her and get the fairies back, but they all slip and slide on the wet grass. Scorp and Bunbee just block and repel their attacks and throw them about. It’s a pretty brutal throwdown. At one point Mint charges Bunbee, demanding he give the fairies back, so he maliciously complies by swinging them directly into her trajectory, forcing her to stop her momentum. He takes advantage of this to punch her away. After a thorough trouncing, the girls are in shambles. Scorp remarks that he doesn’t understand their cause at all, because the fairies are too weak to even protect themselves. Naturally the heroines rebut this, saying he wouldn’t understand their bond and the way they support each other, regardless of their physical limitations. Their words fall on deaf ears though, and Bunbee tells Scorp he’s going to go ahead and return to Eternal HQ with his captives (probably should have done that to begin with). Dream and co attempt to give chase, but Bunbee bombards them with his stinger missiles, and the girls are unable to withstand the barrage. Feeling too weak to move, all they can do is stare hopelessly as their old enemy flees with their precious comrades.

Suddenly, the sky clears and a gentle breeze blows, carrying blue rose petals. The source is quickly revealed to be a mysterious girl standing on the peak of a nearby rooftop. The camera slowly pans up, allowing the audience to absorb every detail of her costume before revealing her face. It’s an outfit vaguely reminiscent of the Cures, similar enough to signify that she’s not just an ordinary person. She has long purple hair and if there was any lingering doubt about her identity, she wears a blue rose right in the middle of her chest, as well as smaller ones on her forehead and the backs of her gloves. Her entrance is backed by celebratory triumphant music, making it clear that she’s on the good side.

She orders Bunbee to release Coco, Nuts, and Syrup. When he doesn’t, she jumps over and kicks him hard enough to make him let go. She grabs the fairies in midair and safely returns them to the Precures, who are still taken aback by her sudden appearance. Their mysterious savior doesn’t mince words though, scowling at Dream and telling her she isn’t good enough. Before she can continue her lecture, Bunbee tries to divebomb her, but she turns around and stops him with one hand without batting an eye. She then performs a kick, a block, and an elbow thrust that knocks him backwards into Scorp.

There is a tremendous amount of power in her strikes, even by Precure standards. With the villains indisposed for a moment, the girl in purple returns her attention to the Precures. She sternly reminds them that the most precious treasures are easily lost, and they need to work extra hard to protect them. There’s a sense that she has an attachment to the fairies but it’s not dwelled upon here. As Scorp and Bunbee recover themselves, Dream and the other Cures launch a final attack as well. Lemonade separates the two generals from each other with her Prism Chain, and then Mint and Aqua use their special attacks on them as well. Bunbee teleports out of the way and tries to attack the mysterious girl from behind, but she grabs his arm and yeets him across the field. As Scorp swoops in for another pass, the purple heroine prepares to retaliate, but Dream leaps over her and performs Shooting Star instead. He resists being crushed, but he’s barely able to hold her back. Bunbee urges him to retreat and they reluctantly disappear, leaving Dream to crash head over heels on the ground.

“I’m okay!”

Rouge, Lemonade, Mint, and Aqua rush to her side along with Coco, Nuts, and Syrup. She says she’s fine. The mysterious girl glares from afar, before turning her back and walking away. Dream notices that she’s gone, and everyone is silently questioning who she was. Some blue rose petals blow past again, and Nozomi ponders whether this girl was the Blue Rose. The scene fades to black and the ending theme plays.

The Analysis

At long last, the payoff to the Blue Rose arc! It’s far from over, but for now, the warrior with the power of the Blue Rose has debuted and that’s what counts. I have a lot to say about our new heroine, but much like the episode, I’ll build up to that.

The pacing in this episode is excellent, it almost feels longer than what it actually is. The suspense builds up throughout the first few scenes as we’re told that the Precures are going to be split, and then separately that Scorp and Bunbee may be condemned to a fate worse than death if they don’t shape up. There’s uncertainty on both sides of the fight, and we soon see the girls ruminating over it in the garden scene. However, after a healthy conversation and considering all the obstacles they’ve overcome so far, they choose not to let it bother them. The team’s unshakeable confidence is enough to reassure Coco, though Syrup is less certain. This is consistent with their differing history with the team. Coco has seen firsthand what the girls are capable of, from overcoming the depths of despair to defeating Despariah by appealing to her humanity, and rescuing the lost citizens of Palmier Kingdom. Meanwhile, Syrup has only more recently gotten involved with the girls’ activities and isn’t aware of everything that they accomplished before he met them when they battled Nightmare, only some of their fights against Eternal, and he’s not sure they can fight back forever. Nonetheless, the callback to the pinnacle moment of the previous season is wonderful and a great reminder of everything the girls have overcome before now, including previous attempts to separate them. They’re stronger than that.

history shows that yes, you will be okay

With the tension being assuaged by the girls’ moment of solidarity, it is quickly reinjected by the following scene, where King Donuts cautions about Flora’s prophecies to the other fairies, and then we are shown Nuts being concerned about everyone, emphasized with some looming clouds. This cues to the audience that it’s not going to be just another battle, so it brings all the fear and concern right back to the forefront, and from there it’s all high stakes. The non-fight with Scorp as he leads the girls away from the school makes it clear that something unusual is afoot, and the next thing we know the fairies are being kidnapped. All of this tension culminates in the intense fight scene in the rain.

However...I found the actual battle to be a bit lacking and underwhelming. Obviously, the writers had to give Eternal the upper hand to allow for the Mysterious Girl to save the day with a badass entrance, that’s just the rules of the genre. Even so, all the Precures made at best one strike each and then fell to the combined force of the villains, when we know from numerous instances of them fighting MOTWs and generals alike that they can tank more than that. Is this the same team that burned the incarnation of despair herself with their power of hope? The same group of girls who defeated the strongest executives of Nightmare? The same Nozomi who befriended her evil clone? (okay that’s technically not canon but I am not letting Dark Dream be forgotten.) Those same legendary heroines, now succumbing to two punches from a mid-level manager? It doesn’t sit well with me. Bunbee’s strategy of using the captive fairies as a shield, knowing the girls wouldn’t want to hit them, was clever. I can understand Mint getting flustered at that moment, but the other Cures I’m less forgiving of.

The wet, slippery ground was a cool idea but the writers/animators didn’t do enough with it for my liking. And not to poke too many holes in Precure villain plots, but if Bunbee had just teleported back to Eternal with the fairies to begin with, they would have had a stronger bargaining chip to get the girls to hand over the Rose Pact. Things do turn around fast when the Mysterious Girl shows up, but even then she also only gets a few good hits in and spends half her screentime lecturing the Cures. Effectively, this is more of a tease of her abilities, her proper debut is in the next episode. I would rather this entire battle, from start to finish, had been a bit more desperate so as to not undersell the main heroines, even when introducing a requisite powerhouse of a new character.

Conversely, from a villain standpoint, Scorp and Bunbee going at it so desperately plays very well. They’ve had an interesting dynamic throughout the show so far, but despite his irritation with Nightmare’s former lackey, Scorp knows both of their jobs are at stake and he explains this to him plainly. After a great comedic overreaction, the next time that we see them when they hatch their plot to kidnap the fairies, they’re all business. You get the sense they’re giving their all for this fight in a way they haven’t before, and that could contribute to the Precures having such a hard time (though they should still be able to do more than they did). The next episode will show that Scorp still has a trump card to play, but he’s trying very hard here to avoid doing so. It’s a refreshing level of intensity for the duo, which in turn makes it incredible when the Mysterious Girl still tosses them around like ragdolls.

One plot point that was a bit unclear to me was Flora’s prophecy about evil attempting to scatter the Red Rose, because that’s not really what happened in this episode. I skimmed summaries through to the mid-season climax and didn’t see anything specific, so it may be more of a general warning that Eternal will try to break them apart, and that they should work with the Mysterious Girl for assistance, as she is the inheritor of the power of the Blue Rose.

Let’s talk some more about the Mysterious Girl. She fights HARD. She single handedly sends Bunbee flying across the field twice in about 4 minutes, and the weight of her blows is tangible. They make sure you know she stands apart from the Cures. She can hold off the recurring general with relative ease after he laid out the entire team, and this isn’t just a case of wanting to show how cool the new character is, although that is part of it. She’s going to remain strong and powerful throughout the show, and even in future crossovers. I dare say she’s unrivaled in Precure canon, inasmuch as power levels mean anything (they don’t). I’d also like to note for the record that the reason I only call Milky Rose the “Mysterious Girl” in this review is because that’s how she’s credited.

That’s her credit on the bottom: 謎の少女 (Nazo no Shoujo), literally “mysterious girl”, and her actress is anonymous, which immediately suggests that there’s something to hide. Watch this space over the next few episodes. (I mean, yes, I know who she is, and you probably do as well, but for the time being I’m going to limit this to in-universe knowledge.) Related to the mystery of her identity is her connection to the fairies and the Precures. She seems to be familiar with them at least, as she offers a kind, knowing smile when she rescues Coco, Nuts, and Syrup, then turns around and lectures Cure Dream about protecting him. Maybe I’m reading too much into the subtext, but I picked up a hint of implicit “You’re always like this”. For some reason she’s always glaring at the Cures, especially Dream, which conjures to mind another less than ideal relationship Nozomi has. When combined with the preceding episodes, there’s just enough evidence to suggest who the Mysterious Girl is without making it completely obvious, and when you do know, you can identify more key patterns, and her fight against Bunbee becomes much more personal.

Her outfit bears similarities to the Precure uniforms, but is also distinct enough from them to carve her out as a unique entity.

She wears a white two piece dress with magenta trim on the skirt and shoulder straps, as well as some lacing down the front in lieu of the jacket of the team’s uniform. I already mentioned the number of blue roses on her dress, but if you think that’s on the nose, wait until next time. She is not subtle. The separation between the top and skirt forms a V shape that exposes her navel, a la Cure Black and Cure Dream from their first seasons. She shares the color-coded shorts under skirt design sensibility of the main five, also inherited from their predecessors Cure Black and Cure Bloom. She has three-tiered shoulder pads that again are more reminiscent of those worn by the various Futari Wa Cures than the style of the current team. Her arm guards are two pieces, with the portion from her palms to forearms being the same style as the Precures’, but she also has a white sleeve underneath it that extends all the way up to her bicep, and again has magenta trim. Most uniquely, she wears a thin, wire-like tiara that extends to the sides and back of her head, which along with some ribbons splits her hair off into two side sections that augment the main portion. It still all flows downward, but the side sections have a visible divide at their point of origin and give her a unique silhouette, somewhat like a set of ears, before the hair recombines down her back. She also wears pearly teardrop (or perhaps flower petal) shaped earrings, in contrast to the butterfly earrings worn by the main five. As usual, her eye color matches her theme color, in this case magenta eyes that are a shade lighter than the accents on her dress. All put together it’s a striking look and as a big fan of the color purple, I admire the outfit.

In the art and animation department, this episode is fairly good. There’s a few really standout shots, such as the one below, while most of the episode falls into average territory, and there’s a small number of sequences that are really lacking. Unfortunately, the fight in the rain is among these. However, some visual gems make up for it. The entire garden sequence is pure delight. It’s well-lit and places the girls in a welcoming environment, which helps to offset the doom and gloom of the rest of the episode.

This arc shot is a wonderful piece of animation. That’s not easy to do. Famously even The Lion King struggled with a similar shot, so while Precure doesn’t pull it off amazingly, there’s still effort. They change the angles on the characters slightly rather than just doing a lateral tracking shot with a loop, which is something they have been known to do before. Last episode in fact. However, there’s one aspect that stretches the imagination, in this show about middle school girls transforming into superheroes in frilly dresses to fight an evil corporation of monster people. And that aspect is that they are way too far apart from each other in the garden scene to be able to effectively communicate. They’re all facing different directions and are easily several feet (or meters) apart, their conversations would either be lost in the wind, or they’d have to call out loudly enough for everyone around them to know what they’re talking about.

Okay yes this is a stretch but it was funny to me.

Put everything together and you’ve got a tense, moody episode with an upbeat middle section that technically ends positively, but finishes with a hollow ending. This is an effective tool that leaves you wanting more without being an abject cliffhanger. It starts strong and ends well but has a subpar climax, being unable to fully deliver on its own promises. Nonetheless I like it, it’s a dramatic turn from the laid back last few episodes and a transition into the meat of the series. It’s not Precure at its best, but it’s quite solid.

Next time, it’s Scorp’s final stand and the Mysterious Girl’s first true fight. You won’t want to miss it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

And now at long last, after 620 days since I started writing about YPC5 on the blog, and 244 days since my first Go Go review, I can finally uncover Milky Rose on my banner! Rejoice!

hopefully I can get to Fresh by 2022

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 Go Go!#YPC5GG10 #PCD208

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harrypotterximagines · 4 years

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Hey! I wanted to ask if you do Oliver Wood! If you do, could you please do an angst fix when female! Reader gets bullied a lot by the quidditch team in her house (She's not Gryffindor) bc of Oliver, and she remains silent about it... And even though it's more than obvious that she's having a bad time, Oliver doesn't notice bc he's so focused on quidditch, that until one of her friends snaps at him! Fluffy ending pls!

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“You’re going to choke on that pumpkin juice,” You said, looking down at Oliver.

Oliver covered his mouth with the crook of his elbow, big brown wide eyes staring up at you. He took a second to gulp before swooshing his arm down to his side, smiling up at you.

“Come to wish me luck on our match in a couple days?” He teased.

You jokingly rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Just the opposite, actually. You already know us Ravenclaws are going to whoop Gryffindor’s butt on the field.”

A petite girl with strawberry blonde hair that stopped at her neck giggled. You looked over at cheery laugh, your smile widening.

“You know us Gryffindors are undefeated,” Samantha spoke up.

You pouted your bottom lip at the girl, wishing that you were playing on the same time as her. Samantha has been one of your best friends since you arrived at Hogwarts.

“That is true,” You pointed out. “But not a fact.”

Oliver scrunched his nose up at you, his contorting to confusion. “Wait, what does that mean?”

Samantha scoffed, instructing Oliver to return his focus back on his breakfast to fuel up for practice later today.

You waved goodbye at your friends, your mood dropping as you exited the Great Hall. The overwhelming feeling of joy and happiness that electrified your body was quickly evacuating. Your body forced its way to the Quidditch pitch, cold air bitterly nipping at your nose. You wanted nothing more than to curl up in your room and sleep the day away. Although you adore Quidditch and could possibly see yourself becoming pro.

The dull gray sky and the dried patches of grass made the Ravenclaw team sweaters look blander than usual. Your team was lightly joking around, small chatter over-talking the whistling of the wind until you arrived.

“You’re going to get the ball into the hoop this time?” Your team captain, Randolph spoke up.

You sucked in a breath and took the broom your teammate extended out for you, the group quickly flying off into the sky.

The one Hogwarts house stereotype that you believed to be accurate was that all Ravenclaws were competitive. You watched as your teammates aggressively chucked quaffles, dodged bludger bats, and squinted through the mist to see that sparkling golden ball.

You forced yourself to get into the rowdiness, desperate to prove to your teammates that you belonged on the team. You understand that they expected a lot out of you, but sometimes it felt like you needed to sacrifice a limb to get their approval. You would leave Quidditch practices with bloody lips or bruised arms, overexerting your body to get the smallest of smiles from your captain.

You’ve only been on the team for about two years now, but even though you’re considered the “newbie” your skills in the sport were anything but. However, even though you never missed a single shot and tactfully watched out for any obstacles that may come your way, your captain kept barking at you.

You were ready to give up mid-practice. Either you were going to jump off your broom, purposefully crash into the ground, or bark at your captain back. All options seemed desirable and you were debating which one you were going to take up. The fantasy of ditching your team and going back to your friends in the Great Hall dampened your mood even more. The realization that most of your friends, who were Gryffindors, were going to be rolling onto the pitch soon.

Just when you were going to bring your focus back onto the match, an obnoxiously loud clapping noise echoed into your ears. Staring right at you was Randolph, looking extremely pissed. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. His face was blazing, rosy red cheeks a physical symbol for his anger.

“Where the hell is your head at!?” He snapped, eyes wild.

“I swear, for these past previous practices all you’ve been doing is looking like a fool floating in mid-air! Do you just take all your energy and impress me for the first half of the match to only self-destruct and spiral!? Do you not understand that I need your focus to be on the team from the moment you step onto the pitch till you reach those locker rooms at the end?”

You stared at your captain, jaw unhinged. If you all weren’t so high up, flies would be nesting into your gaped mouth. You licked your dry lips, unsure of what to say. Your captain stared at you for a minute longer, expecting an explanation, and when not a peep left your lips he shook his head, flying away.

You silently cursed at yourself, biting back tears. There was no point in crying. Your team would make it harder on you anyways. For the rest of the match, you tried your best to keep up with everyone else. However, it seemed that the team sensed your frustration, tension thickening the skies.

When the familiar whistle was called to end practice, you were first to fly straight towards the ground. Once you dismounted your broom, a familiar shout called your name.

Oliver and Samantha waved at you, coming up and tackling you with a big hug. You stiffened, the unexpected love and appreciation wanting to make you breakdown on the spot.

Samantha quickly noticed your mood, examine your face whereas Oliver chirped on about how well you did up in the air. You clenched your jaw, softly thanking Oliver for his kind words.

“Are you okay?” Samantha whispered, taking a step back.

A few other Gryffindor team members came to your side, congratulating you on a successful practice from their point of view. Oliver began to preach his daily sermon about the importance of stability and control in the air, claiming that you were one of the few people who knew how to incorporate the gravitational pull versus the body’s balance when flying. He seemed so lost in his own mind space that when Randolph came over to yell at you once more, he didn’t notice.

“You need to do better. Or else we’re going to have no choice but kick you off the team,” Your captain spoke up.

Samantha stared shockingly at your team captain, surprised by the words he was spilling out. Her fists balled, ready to fight in your name when you held her back.

“Seriously. Get your head in the damn game,” Randolph scoffed, leaving you speechless as he walked off.

“Are you serious?” Samantha spoke up once he was out of earshot. “Is he always like this or just to you?”

You blinked a couple times, trying to dry your eyes. You shook your head, not wanting to get into it. You gave Samantha a very obvious fake smile, exclaiming that you were okay and needed to hit the showers.

“No, this isn’t okay!” Samantha bursted out, eyes wide and upset.

Oliver stopped chatting, looking over at Samantha confused.

“What do you mean? I thought we had our game plan down pact since last week-”

“Shut up, Oliver!” Samantha hissed, rage filling her body.

“I’m talking about the way how Randolph is treating our friend!”

A look of defeat washed your features and it seemed that Oliver noticed. He took a step closer to you, lifting your sunken chin with his finger, bringing your eyes to his own.

“What is he doing to you and I will speak to him,” He said in a low yet demanding voice. His cheery attitude was gone and pure concentration and tension stiffened his features.

“Oliver-”

“No, tell me.” He said, cutting you off. “Please.”

You licked your lips and began to explain the past couple of weeks. You could see in both Samantha and Oliver’s faces that they knew the way you were being treated wasn’t right. Once you were done speaking without any interruption, Oliver instructed Samantha to start practice without him and that he’ll be back soon. Samantha nodded and gathered the team, taking off. You looked up at Oliver like he was nuts, not understanding why he wasn’t up in the air with the rest of his crew.

“We’re going to bring this to Madam Hooch, okay?”

“Oliver, I can’t do that. I can’t let my team think I’m being a tattle-tale.”

Oliver scoffed, bringing your body close to his. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You deserve to have your voice heard. I’m not going to stand here and allow you to take the abuse. You’re a brilliant player and it’s time that you stop forcing yourself in the shadows.”

You released a shaky sigh at Oliver’s words of encouragement, hugging him tightly back. Once he unglued himself to you, he firmly held your arms, kissing your forehead.

“We’re in this together.”

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thetriggeredhappy · 4 years

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How about the team agreeing to play baseball with Scout for his birthday? Because they always admired how happy and free he looks when he's running. (SniperScout in between if possible would be great)

pushed up in the requests backlog for reasons. team bonding fic is best fic

(warnings for alcohol mention and passing non-graphic cartoonish violence)

“The hell is he so excited about?” Demo asked, raising an eyebrow and glancing over his shoulder towards where Scout was laughing his way down the hall.

“No idea,” the Engineer said, shuffling the deck neatly. “Been all high-energy high-spirits the whole damn day.”

“Unfortunately,” Medic agreed, a little bitter. That garnered several more raised eyebrows from around the table.

“Twice in one day Doktor has to fix broken leg in fighting,” Heavy explained, placing a placating hand on Medic’s shoulder. “And Scout takes many bad risks. Overconfident.”

A questioning noise from within Pyro’s suit. “I’d sure like to know why, as well,” Engie nodded. “Tryin’ out some new energy drink, maybe?”

“High spirits and hubris from consistent victory?” Soldier suggested.

“You’re joking,” Sniper suddenly cut in, glancing around the table, who all looked right back, surprised to hear him cutting in on the usual gossip. “...You lot really didn’t remember?”

A snort from Spy, a vague shrug from the rest of the table.

“It’s his birthday tomorrow.”

A pause, then noises of surprise, shock, and from some of the table, alarm. “A repeat of last year, how very unfortunate,” Spy hummed, taking a sip of his drink.

Pyro shouted something with no small amount of conviction that might have been along the lines of “this is terrible!”. Demo seemed to agree, from the shock on his face, the widening of his eye.

“Oh no,” Heavy rumbled, looking legitimately worried. Medic’s eyebrows were furrowed.

“I can’t believe you,” Sniper deadpanned, glaring at all the other mercenaries sitting there. “First year, you don’t bother wishing him a happy birthday. Second year, he plans a whole damn party for himself so you lot wouldn’t forget again and half of you don’t plan ahead and we get scheduled out on a mission and leave the bugger all alone all weekend. And you promise you won’t forget again. And one year later, here we are.”

Pyro appeared to be in a state of panic, pacing at high speed behind their chair, tugging at various points of their suit in high agitation. The Engineer’s face was largely hidden behind the hardhat and goggles and the hand clamped over the bottom part of his face.

“Perhaps he won’t be upset,” Medic suggested. “We all simply wish him a happy birthday and have drinks.”

“We do that every other weekend,” Demo pointed out. Soldier murmured in the affirmative.

“Sniper has remembered,” Heavy noted, looking at the man in question. “Maybe team helps with plans?”

“I already got him a gift,” Sniper mumbled, fidgeting with his hat. “But I don’t think we’ll manage to pass it off as from the whole team.”

“He’s gonna be so disappointed if he finds out that we forgot again,” Engie sighed, head in his hands. “It’ll break his damn heart.”

“So once again, it seems that I’ll need to step in and save you all,” Spy drawled, putting his glass down and reaching into his jacket, pulling out and unfolding a sheet of paper. “With your collective track record regarding this specific event, I assumed you would all forget again, and so took some steps to ensure that there would be a backup plan when the event arises and we wouldn’t need to deal with moodiness and general malaise from the team for the next several weeks.”

The Engineer took the paper, holding it so Medic could read it at the same time as him, Heavy leaning to try and get a look. Eyebrows began to rise. The paper was passed around the remainder of the table.

“You think this’ll work?” Demo asked suspiciously.

“Obviously. Well, and to be fair, you don’t exactly have any other options.”

He had them there.

“—Just totally can’t believe you talked Miss P into lettin’ us do this that’s just the coolest shit in the world lemme tell ya, like seriously that’s completely nuts and I can’t even believe it, she’s the best—!“

Scout had only stopped talking long enough to breathe over the course of the entire walk from the base to the makeshift baseball pitch that the Engineer had propped up overnight, absolutely bubbling and more high-energy than any of them had assumed to even be possible—even for him. And most of them had anticipated already hating the idea by the time they got to the pitch, but so far things were actually going rather well. The uniforms that had been shipped in (in their team colors, obviously) all fit them correctly and weren’t nearly as embarrassing as expected, in particular since most of them opted to keep at least one part of their usual wardrobe in the mix, such as masks or helmets or hats. Pyro, for one, just put the baseball uniform on over their entire flamesuit, but nobody was particularly surprised.

They crested the little ridge and got a look at the pitch, and for a moment, Scout went silent, eyes wide and mouth agape. Demo elbowed the Engineer to get his attention and flashed a thumbs up, making him grin and fluster a bit, mumbling about how it was nothin’ special, really.

“Alright,” Scout finally said, turning to them with his hands on his hips, taking on an authoritative tone. “So who here knows how baseball works?”

The Engineer and Soldier raised their hands. After a moment, Sniper and Pyro tentatively did the same. Demo made a so-so motion with one hand.

“And who knows how sandlot baseball works?”

Everyone but the Engineer dropped their hands, and even then, he looked a little doubtful.

“Alright,” Scout said, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “So we don’t exactly got enough people to make a real team—need twelve for a standard six-players-a-team. So we’re gonna be improvising a little bit.”

He looked around, and started addressing each of them with a pointed finger.

“Heavy,” he said, and the giant raised an eyebrow. “You’re catcher, all you gotta do is stay behind first base and catch the ball so it doesn’t roll away. I know you’re not gonna flinch when you see somethin’ speeding at your head, yeah?”

Heavy nodded thoughtfully.

“Cyclops, first base,” Scout said next. “Fucks with your blind spot the least, and you know how to throw shit. Mumbles, you’re on second, Helmet-Head on third.”

Demo flashed a thumbs-up, Pyro clapped their hands together, and Soldier raised an arm in a sturdy salute.

“Doc, right field. Odds are, none of these chuckleheads are gonna hit anything too far to the left or right of normal, but if they do, you’re like practically as fast as I am and can handle it. Spy, you hang out back there in left field. I know you’re probably not gonna catch shit if it comes at you, but hey, it’s worth a shot and you won’t gotta deal with much anyways.”

Medic nodded at the compliment and Spy raised an eyebrow at the insult.

“And Snipes, you’re the pitcher,” Scout concluded, hands returning to his hips.

There was a snort from Demo. Sniper elbowed him.

“Figured you know how to throw shit and won’t straight up brain anyone,” Scout continued, not noticing the squabble. “And I’ll be first up to bat, and we’ll cycle through everyone in that same order, starting as soon as you guys can stop me from running all the bases, then we’ll play normally from there, how’s that sound?”

“You’re sure talkin’ yourself a big game there, son,” the Engineer observed, eyebrows raised.

“Damn right, I’ve been playin’ this shit since I was three,” Scout said, grinning wide. “This is gonna kick ass.”

Indeed, the first eight pitches went by in pretty rapid succession. Two because they fumbled and hesitated and miscommunicated in their pitching and couldn’t beat him to the bases, two after that as Scout scored home runs, another general fumble, another home run, one where the ball landed a few feet away from Spy who outright didn’t attempt to catch it, only kicking it closer to Medic as he rushed up to get it, and then one where Scout didn’t notice until he was back at home base that Soldier had unintentionally thrown the ball directly into the side of Pyro’s head (who was distracted by drawing shapes into the dirt at their feet).

They just barely managed to get him out on third, and then it was Demo’s turn.

Overall, by the first circuit through the whole team, they were surprised to find that they were actually having fun, even and especially with the odd shenanigans that ensued during the course of the game. There was one point where Soldier full-body tackled Demo at first base (just slightly confused about a few of the contact rules), and another where Sniper thought it would be funny to throw a hard ball of clay from at his feet, sending the team laughing as it exploded all over Pyro’s suit and they needed to stop to wipe the lenses on their mask clear. Demo surprised all of them with the first bunt of the game, and the Engineer with sending the ball soaring nearly into a homerun, with him sheepishly asking if using the Gunslinger to swing was allowed after he’d already run the bases. Then there was Pyro calmly stealing their way to third after the team thought their turn was over, and Heavy accidentally cracking the bat, and Medic absolutely eating shit as he tried to take off towards first. And nobody for sure knew how to react to the one time that Spy actually caught the ball, all but diving to catch it and send it to second just in time to get Soldier out. And of course, all of them were left just slightly in awe as Scout sent home run after home run sailing towards the stratosphere.

They finally had to stop when it was getting dark and Heavy informed them that they didn’t have any more baseballs left in the bucket for all the ones sent sailing far foul or off into the distance with a homerun. Soldier and Demo promised to go pick them up the following day and they all began their trudge back to base, covered in the bright orange loam of the desert and already slightly sore and feeling like they were in much higher spirits than any of them had expected. Scout, most of all, seemed... contented. Not just cheerful, not just bubbly, but contented, satisfied. Happy. He seemed so very happy.

Several of them, glancing around between themselves, considered telling Scout the truth, that they hadn’t put in nearly as much work as he thought they did. But most of them just settled in for saying happy birthday a few more times over assorted bottles of booze and maybe even a movie.

Sniper, for one, was a little fidgety on the way back to base. Halfway there, he took Scout by the shoulder, pulling him to slow down just a bit.

“Had, er,” Sniper said once they were a good few meters trailed behind the team, eyes averted. “Heavy said we were out, but. Had, er. Had one ball left.”

He pulled the baseball in question out of his pocket, unfolded it from the handkerchief it was in, passed it over, a little sheepish. Scout took it, confused, turning it over in his hands.

He stopped dead in his tracks. The rest of the team slowed and turned as they realized two of their party weren’t with them. Scout’s mouth was agape.

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmyGOD—“ Scout babbled suddenly, eyes widening, practically starting to vibrate in place. “—is this a real actual serious legitimate gen-u-ine real signature? Snipes please tell me you’re not fuckin’ around right now ohmyGOD.”

“Nah, yeah, from the actual bloke,” Sniper agreed, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yats-rem-key, something like?”

“Only just jersey number eight, left fielder for the Boston Red Sox, five-time All-Star four-time Gold Glove winner and three-time batting champion, Triple Crown winner and overall MVP in the entire American Major League of baseball, Carl Michael motherfuckin’ Yastrzemski!”

Sniper faltered under the sudden weight of the entirety of Scout as he was all but tackled in a hug, Scout continuing to babble excitedly on about the man whose signature was on the baseball in his hands. There was a general chuckle and rolling of eyes from the team as they watched the scene unfold.

“And we’re sure Sniper’s not the catcher, then?” Demo asked lightly, and with Sniper not there to elbow him, the Engineer took his place, making Demo snicker.

“If you would please cease embarrassing yourselves,” Spy called over after giving them a solid minute, which made Scout look up and apparently notice the entire team looking at them, flushing red and promptly trying to pretend he didn’t just do all that. “I believe that Heavy has prepared some kind of cake and I for one would rather not eat it after Pyro has covered it in candles and torched them all.”

Indeed, Pyro by then had a good head start on the team, who all hurried to catch up. And they all bumbled their way through at least five nationalities’ rendition of a Happy Birthday Song, and each very nearly got through their slice before the first scrap of the night began and the rest of it was lost in the mayhem, and overall, Scout would remark the next day through the haze of his hangover that actually, that was easily one of his favorite birthdays in a long time.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #sniperscout #speeding bullet #(it's like. passing at best. could be read as platonic probably)#shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #dad!spy if you squint #birthday's in half an hour and im excited!! should be fun!!

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It occurs to me that we have not thrown Tsuna!Noct at Dissidia yet. Does Xanxus end up going too? If Crowe doesn't end up there, how put out is she that she missed it? Does Tsuna end up bringing anyone home? Does Prompto embrace his inner Cloud when Tsuna goes missing in a no holds barred beatdown rampage with Crowe? :) I feel like this Dissidia would be even more chaotic than usual. Btw, does Ignis ever find out that Xanxus approves of him and why? I feel he would weirdly be touched.

Ooooo *rubs hands* Dissidia with a side of Flames. >:D

Tsunoct and Xanxus are the only ones called, only because I’m not sure ANYONE would survive dropping Crowe into an actual Arena World and being told to Go Nuts XD. Xanxus is pretty freaking annoyed by this. He was taking a well-deserved nap. Who are all these trash demanding he fight? Who is this Lady Trash that called him. Put him back Lady Trash.

Materia is professionally insulted by this Champion who insists on calling her Trash. She’s very confused on how she wound up with him. She was sure she called for a much more mild soul....

Xanxus ends up tagging along with the Kid Champions because they are Small Trash and they clearly need protecting (Onion Knight is insulted, tbh most everybody is insulted by Xanxus at this point).

Meanwhile one of the other groups get into a fight with Spiritus’s warriors and one of Materia’s Champions (let’s go with.... Cloud) spots a shadow in Sephiroth’s wake.

It’s a newcomer. He looks young, black hair and blue eyes and more modern leathers rather than old fantasy armor like so many of the others. He’s mostly not participating, just watching and trailing along in Sephiroth’s wake like a lost kitten. Cloud instantly assumes that this newcomer is Dangerous™, because Sephiroth doesn’t play well with weaklings.

Tsunoct just sighs when someone tries to pick a fight with him, because really? Are they really doing this? Also why did he get summoned by the guy with the blatant crazies?

(Because while Xanxus is more aggressive, Tsunoct has always had this marvelous ability to take the usual Order of the world and break it into a million Chaotic pieces: see every instance he made the mafia world go Wait What ever, and that appealed to Spiritus, so he snatched him up before Materia could).

So eventually someone gets Noctis to actually fight and he ends up apologetically wiping the floor with all nearby opponents, and the feel of his magic attracts Xanxus, who is like “THERE YOU ARE SMALL TRASH I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU” and all the winded Materia Champions are like “you’re from the same world?”

“...Are we sure Materia and Spiritus didn’t swap champions by accident?” Someone quietly asks in the back as they observe the gentle-mannered Noctis talking to the foul-mouthed and scowling Xanxus.

Noctis ends up tagging along with Xanxus and people are even more convinced that Materia and Spiritus accidentally swapped champions the more they watch because Surely This Kid Isn’t A Bad Guy. Xanxus overhears them talking about this and starts cackling, because HE knows who Tsunoct is (Chaos Bringer, Change-Maker, King of the Underworld who turned a Throne of Bones and Blood into Justice and Protection) and he knows that Spiritus called exactly the right guy.

Xanxus and Sephiroth have a fight. It’s bloody, it’s fast, it’s violent, they end it with big, bloodthirsty grins. Tsunoct sighs at Xanxus meaningfully and Xanxus snaps “No. You’ve already got two of them, this one is my Cloud to court.” Sephiroth just looks bemused because he didn’t know courting involved trying to flay each other alive in a show of strength. Aren’t there supposed to be more roses involved? Xanxus asks sarcastically if Sephiroth WANTS any, to which Sephiroth actually chuckles. (Cloud chokes on his spit in the background).

Skipping forward a bit, when the whole World-Eater thing is figured out, it’s actually Tsuna who sweet-talks Spiritus’s champions into cooperating with the plan. He even ropes in the truly insane ones like Kefka with his smile and his words (and the LC version of Sky Charisma that he cranks up to fifteen thousand). One of Materia’s Champions accidentally wanders into range of Tsuna’s Sky Charisma while he’s doing this and since said Champion is not a crazed lunatic who needs all the persuasion possible to cooperate even a little bit, the Champion get’s instantly Sky Drunk and becomes as blank and pliant as a puppet. Cue Tsunoct flailing a bit and hurriedly leading the Champion back to Materia’s area and sitting with them until they wake up. Tsuna apologizes profusely and the other watching Champions ask what he even DID. Tsunoct just blushes and mumbles “I was asking nicely.”

Everyone looks at Xanxus, who they know by now is Noct’s half brother, and Xanxus gleefully informs them that “Small Trash” can use his magic to turn his charisma up to eleven. Half of Noct’s favorite servants in the Citadel are ASSASSINS who came there to KILL HIM until he batted his eyes at them and they became devoted.

All of Materia’s Champions process the fact that this young, endlessly polite and friendly prince apparently has MIND CONTROL POWERS that he uses to “ask” people to cooperate with him and suddenly they no longer doubt why he’s on Spiritus’s team.

Xanxus cackles at the looks on their faces. Tsunoct just sighs.

So the fight happens and it’s Epic and Xanxus, Tsunoct, and Sephiroth get into a three way competition on who can be the most terrifying during the battle. Xanxus wins but it’s a pretty close race.

Everyone gets returned home, Regis and Co are all a Panic over WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN. Then a moment later are like WHO IS THAT and Regis Despairs when Xanxus possessively slings an arm around the tall, scary-looking man with silver hair and slitted eyes and says “This is Sephiroth. He’s my Cloud now.”

Also in case anyone is wondering: yes, Crowe and Squalo absolutely went on a rampage when their princes went missing. Everyone was a Shock™ but Crowe and Squalo when little Prompto JOINED THEM.

Also also on your last question .... I don’t know? Probably not. Xanxus isn’t really the type to talk Feelings. But yeah if it ever came out, Ignis would be oddly touched and also proud that he got the approval of Noctis’s murderous old brother. XP

#SE asks #belle-of-the-battle asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Fangs and Feathers verse #dissidia!

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Pray - Katsuki Bakugo

The first in a possible song inspired series called Stage Fright

Inspired by the song Pray by Xana

Warnings: a little swearing and a lot of dirty dancing

Characters are all aged 18+

1,683 Words

The common room was busy this Friday night as everyone from class 1-A got set up for the small party they were having. You were busy putting snacks in serving bowls when Mina popped up beside you.

“Y/n!” she giggled excitedly, taking the bowl from your hands. “Denki and Sero are almost done setting up the Karaoke machine! Are you planning on doing a song?” Everyone in the area turned their heads to you in curiosity.

“Yeah, y/n!” Izuku piped up from across the island, “We’ve known you for years and I don’t think any of us have heard you sing before!”

You smile sheepishly, cheeks turning a light pink. “Well, I have pretty bad stage fright, so I never really sing in front of people.” You glance across the room and meet a pair of bright red eyes staring right at you. “I don’t think I would do too well up there…” you trailed off, tearing your eyes away from the blonde.

Kirishima came up on your other side and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Ya know, Bakubro has a thing for people who face their fears.” He smirked when he said it, seeing your face flush red.

Everyone in the class knew about your not-so-subtle crush on Katsuki after Hagakure had accidentally yelled it out when you told her. No one could figure out what you saw in him. You were sweet and innocent, always happy and smiling. Bakugo was, well, Bakugo.

“You know what, I think I will sing something.” You said, shooting a hard glare at the boy who was still staring at you. “Mina, why don’t you come help me pick out an outfit?”

~~~

The party was in full swing and you found yourself sitting around the makeshift stage with your classmates. Denki and Mina were singing their hearts out to some song they found on Tiktok that was definitely not meant to be a duet, both doing the dance that goes with it when the chorus comes.

“Who’s up next?” Shoji’s voice suddenly coming from your left made you jump.

Jiro laughed slightly, “y/n is up next, then Izuku, then Momo after him!” You settled back into your seat, adjusting your outfit. The song was almost over and you were starting to get nervous again, considering skipping your turn all together.

“Y/n is singing? In front of people? This y/n? The y/n that won’t even hum if she thinks we can hear her?” Sato’s teasing tone distracted you from your worry and you stood up, hip checking him with a smile.

“Hey!” You grin, feeling his arm wrap around your shoulder. “Just because I haven’t done it before, doesn’t mean I can’t!” Playfully batting his arm off of you, you stick your tongue out at him. Before he can respond, the music dies down, signaling the end of The Electric Duo’s performance. “Ah shit.” You groan, head rolling forwards.

The snippy voice you knew all too well snapped you back to reality. “Tch, you won’t do it. You know you won’t do it. We all know you won’t do it! Why don’t you just back out now before you make yourself look stupid, Angel.” Katsuki’s teasing nickname for you sounding more venomous than usual. He started calling you Angel the first week of school when you were assigned to the villain team for the practice battles. You did not do well at being bad and he often picked on you for being sweet and innocent.

“Oh fuck off, Kacchan.” You bit back at him, flipping him off. “You clearly don’t know me as well as you think.” You spun on your heel and took the mic from Mina, climbing onto the stage. Your heart was racing when you gave Jiro a thumbs up. She mirrored your action and the music began.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, singing the first verse with your eyes still closed.

Tell me what’d you get yourself into

It’s not like I’m gonna stay with you

The demons in my head

I bring ‘em all to bed

Tuck ‘em in the sheets

Let ‘em dance ‘tween our feet

The room was completely silent, everyone staring wide eyed at you. No one had expected you to make it this far, let alone for that voice to come out of you. Even Mina, who had listened to you quietly practice in your dorm room was shocked to hear you sound so confident.

You opened your eyes, drinking in the astonished faces of your classmates. You weren’t a bad singer. In fact, you were a very good singer! You were just nervous about singing in front of people.

Baby’s all dressed up in white

Crazy girl knows what I like

You found Katsuki’s gaze and held it, singing the next lines right to him.

Lover haven’t you heard

The Devil was an angel first

His eyes grew impossibly wider when you smirked at him, feeling yourself fill with confidence. You loosened up and walked over to the microphone stand, placing the mic in the holder. You sang out the chorus as Mina and Denki started cheering from the couch where they were sitting. Your eyes scanned the room to find every single person watching you with interest as you sang.

Seeing Katsuki staring at you open mouthed gave you a wonderful idea. You pointed to Sero and motioned for him to join you on the stage. His face lit up when he realized what you were plotting. He hopped up on the stage as you took the microphone back into your hands. You pulled him against you by his collar with one hand and the two of you danced against each other for the entire second verse.

Red lipstick, hot on my kiss

Thinking that you got this

Honey, you don’t know what’s comin’ for ya

There’s a fire in my ribs

You feel it when we kiss

It’s something dangerous

You broke away from him and he moved behind you, placing his hands on your hips as you looked dead at Katsuki with a look that could kill.

Now I’m thinking maybe we should ditch this

I know with me, you’ll get a little bit addicted

Your hand reaches down to tug on the hem of your little white dress as you swayed against Sero, still keeping eye contact with Katsuki.

Sugar’s pulling up her skirt

The Devil was an angel first

Half of the class was still staring at you while you sang the chorus, the other half looking between Bakugo and Sero. Mina and Denki were absolutely losing their minds seeing you like this. The two of them knew that you had it in you, but neither of them expected to see it come out in front of anyone but them. The fact that you were absolutely killing it on stage and making Bakugo noticeably flustered was causing them to go nuts cheering you on.

And I could be good

I know that I should

But heaven closed the gates on me

Sero moves so that his arms are wrapped against you, holding you to him as he continues dancing against you,

Golden to the touch

You miss me so much

But heaven closed the gates on me

On me

Heaven closed the gates on me

You unwrap yourself from Sero’s hold and push him back, causing him to hop back off of the stage. With a smirk, you belt the rest of the song, head thrown back, losing yourself in the music,

And when she lays down to pray at night

She’ll be screaming my name

Katsuki could barely contain his disbelief when he heard that line come out of your mouth. He wanted to kill Sero for getting to dance with you in that manner while you were in this state. Never before did he think that he would be so enamored by the class Angel. He definitely didn’t think he would ever find himself thinking about all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you.

She’ll be screaming my name

Mm mm m mm

As the song finished, your eyes fell closed and Mina came flying towards the stage to engulf you in a hug. The rest of the class slowly followed her lead when the shock started wearing off.

“Holy shit, y/n! That was insane!” Hagakure yelled.

“Of all the things you could have done, I was not expecting that!” Ojiro said with his hand on his neck.

“I’m very impressed, you have very good control,” Shoto said, straight faced as always.

You smiled, face growing hot from all of the attention. “Thanks everyone, could you please let me go? I’d like to get a glass of water…” Everyone broke off and went back to where they were before as Izuku was ranting to Jiro about how he wasn’t sure he wanted to follow your act.

When you finally made your way to the kitchen, you grabbed a plastic cup from the counter and filled it with water from the sink. You turned around and leaned against the counter, holding it with your free hand.

“What the fuck was that?” You choked a bit when you heard the voice. No one else was in the kitchen when you had entered and you didn’t realize someone had followed.

“What do you mean? You didn’t think I would do it, so I did.”

Katsuki let out a dramatic sigh and moved to stand directly in front of you. “I don’t care about that! Why would you pull Tape Face up with you? Why would you sing a song like that in front of everyone?” He grabbed your arms and pulled you against him. “This outfit isn’t you,” he breathed. “None of this is the Angel I know.” His tone was accusatory and angry, but you could hear the confusion behind the words.

“Maybe that’s because you never took the time to get to know me.”

His gaze softened as he looked you over. “How about we change that?”

#should I do more of these?#this is my first ever fic #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader

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