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safertokiss · 3 years

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Lost in Translation

A/N: Heyyyyy guys...remember when I used to post like every two weeks? Yeesh that’s awkward...but I’m backkkkk woooooooo party time! I was so excited that my discord buddies organized another fic swap because it was so much fun the first time. This time around I was chosen to write a doozy for the wonderful @writing-in-april and I have decided to bless you all with a beautiful subby boy. Sub Spencer lives in my head rent free, no cap. So sit back, relax and pretend it's you getting fricken railed. Peace out girl scouts;)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT hehe oh yeah and fluff

Word Count: 4.8k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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For as long as she could remember, Y/n had always wanted to learn Russian.

So, naturally, when she found out that their newest case involved two lovers who also happened to be Russian criminals trying to escape the United States government, she simply couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to become more involved in the investigation.

It’s not that she’d never been on a stakeout for the Bureau before, in fact she’d probably been on so many at this point that she’d lost count. The only difference that this specific stakeout brought to her life was the fact that it was her first one to have ever been shared with Spencer Reid.

Her and the young doctor had lived in the same apartment building since her first day at the BAU, but their relationship pretty much began and ended at that. Of course they greeted each other whenever they passed in the halls of their building and ricocheted off of each other’s theories whenever necessary during their meetings in the round table room, but it would be a lie to label their relationship as anything other than casual acquaintances as well as amicable coworkers.

She had never been able to fully get a grasp on the elusive Dr. Reid. The fact that he was already such an integral member of the F.B.I. at the ripe age of 25 astounded and, well to be honest, perplexed her. Not that she doubted his abilities or intelligence in any way, quite the opposite really. She admired how utterly brilliant he proved to be day in and day out, even with the shy exterior he presented himself with to the world. Well, shy was definitely more of an understatement.

She had never met someone more socially awkward in her entire life, but with that being said, she couldn’t help but find it endearing and pretty dang adorable. Y/n constantly found herself enjoying his pathetic attempts at human interaction on a daily basis. From the nervous stutters to the out of this world hand gestures, there was much for her to dissect about the young doctor. And while she could openly admit that he was quite easy on the eyes, in a boyish-innocent kind of way, she had never really been able to see him in that sort of light.

If she thought his normal social interaction skills were entertaining to witness, his reactions to any of the conversations that took a more raunchy turn were to die for. The speed at which his features would ripen red like a tomato whenever anything of a sexual nature was brought up during cases was truly amazing, impressive even. However, unlike the rest of their team, she knew he wasn’t completely innocent. The walls in their apartment were as good as paper when it came to thickness, so it wasn’t that big surprise that the sounds created within them carried fairly well.

Or at least that was what she had discovered after the first night she heard him touching himself just through her bedroom wall.

Yes, it was less than ideal that their bedroom walls just happened to be adjacent to each other, but what could she do about it? It wasn’t as though she never sought out her own pleasure while alone in her apartment...although she would bet money that she was much better at withholding her noises. Instead, she learned to adapt to the sounds from next door and continue on with her life, having accepted that guys will in fact be dudes, no matter how innocent and meek they may appear.

When her boss had explained the nature of the assignment to them, there wasn’t anything of significance that had jumped out at her. It was all pretty standard instruction. They would wait, parked, in a government issued SUV overnight at a location close to the whereabouts of the criminals and simply translate their conversations using the mics that were planted prior. While Hotch knew that Y/n herself couldn’t understand Russian, it was common knowledge that the resident genius easily could transcribe the language.

And that was how she found herself cramped next to Spencer Reid in the stagnant vehicle, pen and paper in hand, patiently waiting for the translations to begin.

It was almost completely silent inside the car, apart from the quiet whirring of the heat coming through the vents, and she could basically feel the nerves coming off of the man next to her in waves. That’s why she was completely thrown off her game when his timid voice was the first to break through the silence that had encompassed the space they inhabited together.

“So um Y/n..h-how have you been recently?”

She did her best to hide the small smirk that started to form on her face from the stuttering mess that spilled out of his mouth. She definitely didn’t want to make him feel even worse about himself so she decided to humour his adorable attempt at conversation with her...well...sort of.

“Oh ya know Reid, just counting the days until I get some action. How about you?” If she thought he was sputtering nervously before, that was nothing compared to this treasure.

“Oh um well uh I-I mean...I don-I don’t...uh...w-what was the question a-again?”

This time she couldn’t stop the airy chuckle that escaped her lips as she leaned over and patted him gently on his thigh.

“Relax Reid, I’m just fucking around with you. Well for the most part...I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to some action, but that’s a whole can of worms I am not about to open during a stakeout”, Y/n laughed, not at all missing the steadily spreading blush that coated his sharp features.

“Yeah...no..yeah right of course...I t-totally knew you were just um fu-messing with me! Uh we should probably um r-review our assignment...you know just so we’re all s-set before we start.” How adorable.

“Aye-aye captain Reid. Ok so..”, she muttered while fiddling with the listening device to secure the right frequency. “...we just have to wait until they get back so we’re in range of their conversations. That’s when you’ll have your time to shine and prove yourself as the resident genius once again. And I’m sure that you’re aware that I don’t know a lick of the Russian language so I will be the best damn transcriber for you that the world has ever seen”, she finished with a smirk.

Even Reid chuckled a bit at her words, the ever-present blush slowly creeping back upon his face and neck.

“I’ll uh-I’ll hold you to that then.” Y/n had to admit she particularly liked to see the boy smiling, especially when it was the result of her own words. His innocence seemed to call out to her like a siren and she didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Oh-oh there they are! Ok get the pen and paper ready because as soon as they’re in range I’ll start translating.”

Getting themselves situated, they waited the few seconds it took for the couple to get close enough to the vicinity of the SUV for their conversations to begin to be broadcasted through their system.

“Как вы думаете, они идут по нашему следу?”

“Do you think they’re on our trail?”, Spencer easily understands, leaning slightly closer to her so his words were clearly heard.

“Ни за что. У этих глупых американцев нет шансов поймать нас.”

“No way. Those stupid Americans don’t stand a chance at catching us.”

At this point, the couple had already disappeared behind the door at the entrance of their current base, leaving only their words to give the closely listening agents much needed context clues.

“Я когда-нибудь говорил тебе, как сильно мне нравится твоя уверенность?”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your confidence?”

Even Spencer let himself smile at the chuckle that left Y/n’s lips. “Awww how cute...they’re flirting with each other over mass murder. I strive for that kind of intimacy.”

“Да у тебя есть. Но почему бы тебе не показать мне, насколько тебе это нравится.”

“Yes, you have. But why don’t you show me just how much you love it.”

Uh oh, Y/n thought to herself. Not a second after the untimely thought permeated her brain, the sounds of wet lips sloppily colliding against each other filled the otherwise silent vehicle. After the few seconds of shock wore off, their heads whipped to face each other, eyes wide and mouths wide open. “Huh...well this was certainly an unexpected turn.”

“I uh um-uh well w-what do we do now?”, Tomato Boy nervously sputtered out over the chorus of moans and groans that were currently bouncing off the SUV’s walls. As unexpected as the present situation was, she was absolutely eating up his reaction to the crude sounds.

“Well, Hotch did say he wanted us to take down every single word that was shared between them so...I guess we’re just gonna have to keep moving forward with the translations. You can do that, can’t you Reid?”, she explained, not even attempting to hide the growing smirk on her face.

“Yeah! Yes! Mhmm I can do that, I c-can definitely do t-that.”, he gushed, trying to subtly clear his throat to clear the steadily growing tension in his body.

“Good to hear, Doc.”, she cheekily replied just as the raunchy sounds echoing through the system transitioned to different methods of communication, more legible ones.

“Ты была для меня такой хорошей девочкой. Я думаю, ты заслуживаешь награды.”

Quickly clearing his throat once more, he jumped back into action, with what Y/n noticed was considerably less confidence than before. “You’ve b-been such a good g-girl for me. I think you deserve a r-reward.” Spencer’s voice had noticeably dropped to a whisper by the end of the sentence, forcing Y/n to lean closer to be able to hear his translations, only magnifying the already present tension in the air.

“Пожалуйста, папа, я сделаю что угодно.”

“P-please daddy.” His voice broke at the end igniting something deep inside Y/n’s being. “I’ll do anything.” In that moment she truly believed he would do anything, his own words or not, based on the obvious strain in his pants that her eyes glanced over, and also by the way his skin completely succumbed to goosebumps as her warm breath caressed the shell of his ear. She didn’t really know what the hell was happening, why her body was absolutely loving the way he gradually leaned into her’s, submitting all of his vulnerabilities into her hands.

“Тебе это нравится, не так ли, маленькая шлюшка. Как член папы глубоко внутри тебя?”

She watched the way he inhaled a deep breath and released a high-pitched sigh before continuing on, subtly pressing her legs together to control the excitement thrumming through her body at his pathetic tone and mannerisms.

“You like t-that don’t you, you little-uh-you little s-slut?” From their close proximity, she could clearly make out the speedy heartbeat clambering against his chest as he spoke. And if that was the case, he must’ve been able to feel hers as well. “Like daddy’s c-cock deep inside of y-you?” She could’ve sworn she saw his dick twitch slightly in his pants.

“Маленькая шлюшка уже придет за мной? Тогда умоляйте об этом. Бля, умоляю позволить тебе кончить.”

Y/n certainly did not miss the airy sigh that escaped his lips, watching as a bead of sweat dripped down his temple, confidently guessing it was not from the heat that had been coming through the vents.

“Is the little-little s-slut gonna come for me already? B-beg for it then. Fucking beg f-for me to let you c-come.” Spencer was speedily falling apart at the seams and she was loving it. More than loving it. She was craving it. Craving the little noises that he was trying to stop from escaping his lips. Craving the way he slightly bounced his leg in an attempt to control his arousal, which was futile because it had obviously already reached its full potential in the confines of his khaki slacks.

“Пожалуйста, папа. Пожалуйста, позволь мне прийти. Мне это надо. Пожалуйста.”

Without even hearing the words translated back to her, she could hear the utter desperation in the girl’s voice. She no longer needed to understand the Russian language to be able to finish the translation, and as she sat there with her thighs tightly pressed together, she knew exactly what it meant.

“Please!” The utter need that was present in the original audio was somehow mirrored perfectly by the young doctor’s breathy voice, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, a prominent vein popping through the skin of his smooth forehead. “Please, p-please, please let me come. I n-need it. Please!”

“Приди за мной, детка.”

Deciding that she could regret her actions in the morning, Y/n quickly grabbed his face before he could translate, angling his head so she could whisper directly into his ear at the same time he spoke the last line of the night.

“Come for me baby.”, they both spoke at the exact same time.

Pulling away as fast as possible, she watched his clamped eyes shoot open as the most obnoxiously loud moan she had ever heard escaped the poor kid, his whole body spasming as a result. And using the large stain on the crotch of his pants as a guide, she was pretty certain she knew what had happened.

For the next few minutes there was silence in the SUV, apart from Spencer’s heavy breathing as he came down of course, leading them to believe the couple had fallen asleep after their...activities. Of course she wanted nothing more than to tease the trembling mess next to her, but she could already tell he was mortified beyond belief because of what happened so she didn’t want to make it any worse for him than it already was.

After waiting a few extra minutes just to make sure that they had actually gone to sleep, the pair drove away from the stakeout location, Spencer not having said a word since his...big finish. As much as she loved watching him fall apart in front of her, she really didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around her.

“Well that was certainly an unexpected turn of events for the night, huh?”, she said, lightly chuckling with the intent of lightening his mood. She was very glad to see it had the intended effect.

“Uh y-yeah...you could definitely say that again.”, he mumbled with the ghost of a smile on his plump lips, though she could still clearly make out the blush coating his features.

“So hey, I know that you usually take the metro, but I’d be more than happy to give you a ride home after we drop the SUV off at the office if you want.”, she warmly smiled in his direction without taking her eyes completely off the road.

“Oh um..yeah that would be perfect. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it Reid.”

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The rest of the ride back to the office was pretty much spent in silence, but it was much more comfortable than it had been before, which was a huge relief. After dropping the keys to the SUV in the lock box inside, the two agents piled into Y/n’s car to go back home to their shared building. On their way back she considered just asking him if he wanted to ride with her everyday just to make his life a little easier in the long run.

Once they got to the parking lot and exited the vehicle, they began walking towards the entrance together, the awkward tension from before creeping back into the air around them. Soon enough, they found themselves standing in front of their respective doors, both unsure of how they were supposed to end the night’s interactions. After a few moments of painful silence and eye contact, Y/n was the first one to rip off the band-aid.

“So...I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Reid?” He seemed to be broken out of his trance by the sound of her voice, snapping back to attention.

“Huh? Oh yeah uh yes of course. S-see you tomorrow Y/n. Goodnight.” He scampered into his apartment before she could even get a chance to respond to his bidding.

“Goodnight.”, she whispered to no one other than herself as she unlocked her door and headed inside to shower quickly before diving into her soft sheets.

She was sitting up in her bed, book in hand, with only the small glow of her reading lamp illuminating her room when she heard it. Of course she knew immediately what they were, a talent that had developed and strengthened from living adjacent to a pretty much pubescent boy.

The tell-tale sound of moans and groans vibrating right through her wall.

She knew she probably shouldn’t be listening, something about a violation of privacy or whatever, but she just couldn’t help it. He sounded so desperate it was driving her insane. So much in fact that she was in the process of skimming her own hand downwards when she was interrupted by a certain something from the Doc’s room.

“Y/n! Oh god, please. Please.”

Oh. Oh.

Not even giving herself a second to consider her actions, she was up on her feet basically sprinting to his door, pajamas and all. Not even bothering with knocking, she noticed it was unlocked and let herself in, beelining for what she assumed was his bedroom by the increasing volume as she approached it. Standing in his doorframe, she was utterly mesmerized. There he was, sprawled across his sheets, completely bare with sweat coating his hair as he rapidly pumped his angry, red cock, her name tumbling from his lips like a chant.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She smirked as she watched his head shoot up to where she was standing, his hand immediately stilling it’s rapid movements. Watching the panic spread on his face was intoxicating to her as she slowly approached his bed.

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I uh-I didn’t um...” His words trailed off and his eyes widened as he watched her slowly begin removing her clothes as she moved closer to him.

“Shhhhhh.” She managed to remove both her shirt and pajama pants in the short trip over to his bed and she had no intention of stopping there. Now standing directly in front of him, she let her eyes wander over his still frame completely, soaking in the amazement in his dark eyes and the slight tremble that was periodically rippling through his body. Maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it pool on the floor next to her.

It was honestly shocking his eyes didn’t actually fall onto the floor with how far they bulged out of their sockets, a small moan leaving his mouth.

She giggled at his enthusiasm before bringing her soft hands up to caress his face gently, his body shuddering at the contact. “Do you want me to keep going baby boy?” Taking a second to process the question that had left her lips, he slowly nodded while looking her in the eyes, his own full of awe.

Happy with his answer, she reached for the edge of her panties before pushing them down to join the other pieces of clothing already inhabiting his floor. Spencer couldn’t speak. He could barely even breathe. Five minutes ago he had been jerking off to his neighbor, who also happened to be his coworker, and now said neighbor was crawling onto his bed, completely naked, with a wicked smirk on her face.

Straddling his lap, but making sure that there was no actual contact, she reached up to cup his face again, slowly rubbing circles into his defined cheekbone. “Is this ok baby boy? Is this what you want?”, she cooed.

Spencer looked like he honestly might cry from the pure compassion laced within her words, but still found a way to nervously nod his head in affirmation of her questions. With a warm smile on her face, she leaned forward and placed a feather-light kiss on his lower jaw before continuing up the side of his face, basking in the small whimpers that fell from his pretty lips. Finally reaching his ear, she let her warm breath tease him before proceeding.

“Do you want me to take control of you? Is that what you want sweet boy?” While the whine that immediately escaped him was answer enough, she pulled back searching for a more concrete answer to her question. “Hmmmm, you’d like that?”

“Yes.”, he whispered, nodding his head anxiously.

While he was answering she had leaned back towards his face, placing soft kisses all over. “As you wish baby boy.”, she whispered, changing course to attack his neck with her eager lips as soon the words left her mouth. Spencer gasped instantly and she couldn’t help but smirk against his pale flesh, increasing the pressure in which she was assaulting his neck.

Through the groans that spilled past his lips, she was able to make out his pathetic attempt at words, not slowing down her lips at all. “J-just make sure not to leave any m-marks. We’ll g-get in trouble at w-work.” Of course Spencer would be the only person on the planet to remember their office guidelines while getting his neck sucked like a vampire.

“No marks...that’ll be difficult. I want everyone to know just how thoroughly I fucked you.”

Feeling extremely satisfied by his enthusiastic response to her vulgar words, she slowly lowered herself down his body, pausing with her mouth right above his groin. Somehow the poor kid already looked completely fucked out and she hadn’t even done anything yet. Hearing him wince as she gently grasped and started stroking his cock, she knew this was gonna be fun.

Staring directly into her eyes, he watched the string of spit leave her mouth and drip directly onto his dick, eyes bulging at her bold actions, still in shock that any of this was actually happening.

Entranced by the way his chest expanded rapidly as he watched her curiously, she leaned forward and licked the tip, his head falling back onto the pillow behind him. “I’m gonna suck your cock...but only because I want to see if you can not be a spaz about getting head from me.” Her words made Spencer whimper and she smirked as she took him fully into her mouth, soaking in his pretty noises.

Y/n had only been going for a minute or two when she heard his groans get louder and felt him twitch in her mouth. Pulling off of him with a pop, she hummed at the sight of the completely wrecked boy in front of her, panting and shaking adorably. It wasn’t long before the perfect idea infiltrated her head, her body thrumming with anticipation and excitement.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me. I think you deserve a reward.”, she smirked, reciting the words that they had heard verbatim. Seemingly catching on to what she was pushing for, he responded accordingly.

“Please Y/n. I’ll do anything.”

She quirked her eyebrow in his direction questioningly, slowly grinding her dripping core against his achingly hard cock. “Anything, baby boy?”

Snapping his heated stare directly to her eyes, he cracked a beautiful smile. “Anything.”

She couldn’t control the grin that overtook her lips as she lowered herself down onto his erection, writhing in pleasure at the feel of him inside of her and the sound of his wanton moans. “Good boy.”

Wanting to give Spencer time to fully adjust and control himself, she started her movements out slow, lifting herself up until only his tip remained inside before dropping down completely into his lap repeatedly. He was a moaning mess on the sheets below her, sweat coating his body along with goosebumps covering every visible expanse of his skin as he panted like a dog. He was so fucking pretty like this.

Deciding enough was enough, she picked up the pace considerably, bouncing like a mad woman on his dick, while her sharp nails scratched down his creamy, pale chest in front of her, leaving angry, red streaks in their wake. Spencer had devolved into a blubbering mess underneath her and that lit her soul on fire.

“You like that don’t you, you little slut? Like your cock deep inside of me? Huh?”

Y/n was pretty sure that he was short circuiting below her, his brain cutting off all control over his body as he spasmed uncontrollably and moaned for the entire fucking building to hear. Good, she thought. Let them hear how whipped he was for her. Even though it had only been a few minutes since she increased her speed, she could feel his cock starting to twitch violently inside of her and she knew he was close, really close.

“Is the little slut gonna come for me already?” All he could do was whimper in response, having to nod his head emphatically due to his loss of speech.

“Beg for it then. Fucking beg for me to let you come!” She was on fucking cloud nine right now, floating through the motions, as his whimpers increased in volume and speed. Mustering up all the strength he could, he spit out as many audible words as possible.

“Please! Please, please, please let me come! I need it! Please!” He was crying now, tears rapidly pouring from his eyes and spilling down his cheeks out of sheer desperation and need to release the tension built up within his body.

She was in awe of him. As she watched the tears pour down his face, she couldn’t help but whimper too. Desperately needing to finish, herself, she brought one hand down to make circles around her clit, while the other she brought up to wrap gently around his flushed throat, leaning over to whisper in his ear like she had earlier that night.

“Come for me, baby.”

She once again pulled back to witness his reactions to her hushed words, the outcome only more amazing than before. She watched as his eyes rolled back as far they could possibly go into his head as his mouth dropped open in pure ecstasy, high-pitched whines escaping his lips, his release shooting up into her like it had always belonged there. Maybe it had.

Watching him come undone below her, combined with her hand speedily rubbing circles on her clit, she was catapulted into the most amazing climax of her entire life, her body buzzing with excitement as she tightened around him and collapsed on his chest, weak as could be after that activity.

The pair laid silently, apart from the heaving breaths whirring through the room, still in shock over what had just transpired minutes before. Slowly shifting her eyes to the shivering boy below her, she saw he was caught in a trance, his eyes dazed, a soft grin on his lips.

Breaking him from his stupor, she gently cupped his cheek with one hand as the other drew lazy circles on his blotchy chest. Rubbing the skin on his face lightly, she leaned forward and kissed his nose, making him scrunch it up and giggle as a result. “Such a sweet boy for me. Such a sweet, sweet boy.” Her words made him melt inside and words tumbled out of his own mouth before he could even think about stopping them.

“Вы красивы внутри и снаружи.”

She looked up at him in shock, before breaking out in giggles. “Did you just serenade me in Russian? How romantic.”, she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

He couldn’t seem to control his giggles either, a fact that warmed her heart. “Yes, I suppose I did.”

Smiling up at the adorable boy she just had to ask. “What does it mean?”

Y/n watched as his signature blush quickly coated his features once again as he looked down at her with a shy smile. “You are beautiful, inside and out.”

With the warmest grin she could muster, she leaned up and kissed his jaw once more before snuggling up against the young doctor who had melted her heart.

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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

#bnha #bnha tickle #mha #mha tickle #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #bakudeku #platonic #tickling #tickle fic

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supremeinlilac · 3 years

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A Winter Surprise

Prompt: Something like where reader is an airline pilot and they haven't seen each other in a long time due to reader's work. So reader is coming home for the Christmas holidays and goes to pick up Cordelia from the academy in her pilot uniform coming straight from the airport. Maybe the people there don't know about reader so they're hella confused.

Reader takes Cordelia to Switzerland or somewhere else snowy to celebrate intimate Christmas together. Maybe the reader proposes there? Could you add some snowy walks, hand holding and window shopping and something else hella mushy and sweet? Like Cordelia has hearts for eyes 24/7.

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Word Count: 4725

PART 2 HERE

A/n: Thank you once again for this AMAZING prompt!! I loved writing it, and I think it turned out even better the 2nd time lmaoo :) anyway this is going to have only 2 parts because I ran away with myself but I decided to merge the first 2 parts into this one lololol, the second part is a little soft smut because why not.

Also, I really haven’t proof read this, so please let me know if I’ve accidently left a note to myself in this haha. Anyway, I hope this is okay <33

You loved your job wholeheartedly, there was no denying that. It gave you room to experience everything you wanted, from travelling to new places that you could explore on days off, to seeing different cultures and learning languages. Plus, the feeling of being above the line of clouds, watching the earth move slowly beneath you never failed to draw in a breath of admiration. It gave you so much perspective, and helped to keep you grounded, for lack of a better word. Seeing the world below you, so small in the grand scheme of things made you appreciate everything.

You missed your girlfriend selfishly though. Your work as a pilot meant you might have to go months without seeing her and feeling her soft touch. It meant you’d both be frustrated and lonely in these times; which was starting to put a massive strain on your relationship. You’d argue while together about your work schedule, prompting you to take more shifts which never helped in the long run.

Christmas was coming up and you’d not seen her since the start of November, having been mercilessly booked with flights that left you across the world from her. You had planned to surprise Cordelia at Christmas. Well, it was more than one surprise you had up your sleeve; but the first was returning two days early to collect her. Zoe and Mallory were in on your heist, fully committed to handling the school’s affairs for two days for Delia to up and leave.

At your arrival at the academy, girls’ eyes lingered on you as you walked up to the heavy front doors. You supposed they weren’t aware of your job, having only seen you in civilian clothing. Smiling at their confusion, you rang the doorbell, falling backwards slightly to wait. Madison opened the door after a few seconds, eyes widening at your uniform and giving a short whistle. “Damn girl, looking good!” she chided, eyes flicking down your smart navy uniform. Her lips tugged up at one side and she waved her hand so you could enter. “I bet Delia loves a woman in uniform.” She teased; smirk set on her face as she swatted the back of your slacks when you passed. “She’s in the kitchen, I’ll go and get here.”

“No don’t. I’ll find her.” You stopped her with a hand on her wrist, wanting to find your girlfriend yourself. Madison straightened up immediately, hand coming up to her face in a mock salute. “Yes Ma’am.” She spoke seriously, before giggling and pulling you into a hug.

“I’ve missed you Y/n. You have a good time with Cordy, kay?”

“Missed you too Madison.”

Watching her disappear up the stairs before turning and heading for the kitchen. Seeing Cordelia’s shadow on the wall as you approached, you smoothed down the lapels of your uniform and stood against the doorframe. Delia had her back to you, stirring a drink and swaying to the music from the radio. You watched her, waiting for a time when she’d put the mug down so you could make your presence known without the fear of her burning herself on the drink.

Clearing your throat, her head lifted and she turned quickly, gasp leaving her lips and a momentary shock making her freeze. Snapping out of her trance, Cordelia practically threw herself onto you, arms around your neck as she took in your familiar scent.

“You told me you weren’t coming back until Friday!” she accused, grip not faltering on you as you held each other. Her hands stroked your hair when she finally pulled away, just enough to allow you to still hold her.

“I managed to get off early, I thought I’d surprise you.” You smiled when she pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Cordelia hummed in response, letting you know that she was most pleasantly surprised by your early return.

“Speaking of surprises… We’re going away for Christmas. I managed to pull some strings and get us some tickets” you started to dance with her, pulling her into a light rhythm as you laughed. “We’re going to Switzerland Delia!”

“A white Christmas?” She beamed at the vigorous nod of your head, head falling backwards and eyes closing, picturing the both of you in a warmly lit café by the snowy mountain.

“I love you and your surprises my dear.” She breathed, pulling you by the back of the neck into another kiss she spoke through the chaste kisses, “I’m glad- that- you’re- back.”

A group of the young girls came giggling into the kitchen, forcing you to part, blushing with your hands still together. They stopped when they saw you, silence falling over the space as they didn’t know what to do having interrupted your reunion. “Girls.” You spoke warmly to them, sensing their discomfort, and you pulled the Supreme behind you, past them.

Ascending the stairs to your shared room, you felt Cordelia’s gaze on your back, making you sway your hips slightly to tease.

“You look so good in that uniform baby girl.” She purred, eyes on your butt as you walked in front of her. A quick glance behind you saw the familiar glint of lust in your girlfriend’s eyes, and the smirk that painted her lips.

“But I think I still prefer what’s underneath.”

You change into a favourite top of yours and jeans while Cordelia busied herself with packing on the bed beside you. She rambled about the happenings of the academy, everything you’d missed in your months absent, pausing on the packing when she’d reach an exciting bit, arms coming up to exaggerate the story.

You told her about the new countries you’d visited and which little romantic places you wanted to take her when she didn’t have so much business to care for anymore. You didn’t want to linger on the thought of what actually had to happen for the title of Supreme to be passed on; focusing instead on the beautiful places that you longed to take her, but probably never could.

After her initial shock of being offered a white Christmas abroad with you, her responsibility to the school ebbed her back into her senses. “But how am I going to run a school if we’re abroad?” she questioned, her perfectionism spiking as she started to worry, “not to mention my duties as Supreme. There’s just too much to think about. What if-” you’d cut off her upcoming rambling with a lengthy kiss, which she relaxed into; eventually giving in to you.

Describing how Zoe and Queenie had offered to run the school in her absence, insisting how competent they’d become and that Delia had helped form them into wonderful young ladies during their time at Miss Robichaux's. Myrtle had spoken to the board on your behalf, stating how Cordelia needed a break in order to be at her best for the order, and how this would be the best thing for everyone. She’d goaded at the men who’d disagreed, saying sarcastically that it was only for two weeks and if they couldn’t control things for that amount of time then they should rethink their position there.

Closing her case with a snap of the clasps, she smiled, having made up her mind. “It is only two weeks.” She agreed with a nod of her head, sliding up to you and tilting her head. “But we can do a lot together in that time” she kissed you, hands at your waist and a glint in her eyes before walking away. You whined at her pulling away, grasping at the fabric of her blouse.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that, sweetheart. Now where did I put my shoes?” She asked, squeezing your chin once before ducking to look under the bed. You picked up the shoes by the door and pushed them into her hands, lifting her case and wheeling it through the door.

Cordelia insisted on speaking to the older girls before you departed, quizzing them on the class rota and giving them a folder which she said contained detailed lists of what needed to be done, which some of the girls shared knowing glances at one another at. You had to practically pull her away lest she overwhelm the girls; or get too anxious over what may happen in her absence and decide it would be better to simply stay.

On the plane Cordelia sat by the window and you beside her; you had the pleasure of such a view on a daily basis. The plane was relatively quiet for this time of year, almost half the seats remaining unoccupied as it took off, meaning you had the row empty, and where somewhat private.

“Why do you have a list of things you do everyday? When you do them everyday?” you grinned across at your organised Supreme who had opened a Sudoku puzzle and was staring at it with concentration, tongue poking out between teeth.

“You never know when your lady knight in shining armour is going to whisk you away on holiday, now, do you?” bumping her shoulder with yours, eyes still on the puzzle. “Helps to be organised, is all. And hey! It came in useful didn’t it?”

Leaving the airport, you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, a shiver prickling over the exposed skin at your neck. The view was already breath taking, you heard Cordelia gasp next to you as she set her case on the ground and raised her head. The snowy mountains peaked in the distance over the buildings of the small city which held the airport. Everything was bright; blindingly so as the sun breamed onto the snow covering the house and pavements.

“It’s gorgeous, my love.”

“Just wait till we get to Zermatt, D.”

You’d booked a small cabin house in Zermatt, a quiet town in Switzerland that your co-worker had recommended. He’d said it was never too busy, which would make it perfect for your intimate winter trip with Cordelia that you’d gushed about. You took the single mountain train that took you into the town, faces pressed to icy windows at the views.

The train journey was short into the town, filled with surprised gasps and pointing out animals that passed. You let your head rest on Cordelia’s shoulder, fingers laced with hers as you both took in the passing snow topped trees and vast frozen lakes. After about 20 minutes of stretching mountains, the train pulled out to reveal your pretty little town of lights.

“There it is.” You pointed to Cordelia, and she let out a small noise at the sight of where you’d be staying. In the dusk of the evening, the town was illuminated by a warm orange glow of cabin house lights, mountains looming behind and enveloping the town in a calm nook of the valley. Pine trees scattered through the cabins, leading to a forest off to the side of the town, climbing into the mountains.

“It’s so beautiful. How did you know about this place?”

“My co-pilot, Mark, do you remember meeting him at that fancy Houston party?” Cordelia nodded, eyes still trained on the town we were now looming in on. “He saw me searching for places and recommended a few places that would be quiet. Said that it pays to be a pilot; you know about the most beautiful places that no one else does.”

When you arrived at the cabin, giddy with excitement from the built up of the trip, Cordelia wasted no time with using her magic to transport your bags inside so that you could look around. The wooden floors creaked beautiful under foot, socks slipping slightly in your haste to see the rooms. There was a cosy living room with a fireplace and a note saying that wood had been stocked out the back, and soft sofa’s with plush red throws draped over the back. The kitchen was old fashioned with a wooden island, and the walls decorated with wintery scenic photography.

The house was warm, and through the door towards the back of the floor you were met with tiled flooring and large wooden beams covered in hanging fairy lights. The hot tub sat in the middle of the room, the ceiling a gaping glass sheet so you could look up to the sky, framed cinematically with snow dusted trees and the shimmering lights.

Cordelia called you back from your slight daze at the rooms, to follow her voice through to the bedroom. She was lazed on her side in the middle of the bed, seductively stroking the blanket and winking. You laughed at her antics, “we’ve only just got here D, you can’t always be in the mood.”

She grinned, sitting up and pulling you down to straddle her, bopping you on the nose and squeezing your cheeks. “For you, my darling. I am always in the mood.” You blushed, squirming on her lap before forcing yourself to move off her and grabbing her hand.

“Come on, you have to see in this room!” you voiced enthusiastically, practically dragging her after you in your hurry to show her what you’d found.

After having explored the cabin thoroughly you both showered, scrubbing off the feeling of travel from your bodies, before pulling warm clothes on and skipping out of the door with hands held to explore the small town under the hood of the afternoon, sky just beginning to darken as the sun dipped behind the mountains.

The town was so peaceful and warm, despite the snow, due to the glow of the lights and the eery lack of the quiet hum of traffic and bustling crowds. Houses looked too perfect with the undisturbed layer of snow that coated the rooves and painted a scene of perfect calm. You and Cordelia had your faces pressed against the glass of one of the small shops, watching a intricate wooden music box tinkling on the display stand, hands linked as she pulled you inside.

The tiny high street contained a small selection of these shops, selling little trinkets to the few tourists that found themselves inhabiting the cabins in winter. Cordelia had bought you a little pendant necklace with your birthstone embedded into, which she’d told you she’d get engraved back home with your initials. You couldn’t help but go back to the store the next day, alone under the guard of getting alcohol from the shop while she ran a bath, and purchasing her the same necklace with her own stone in. You thought she’d appreciate the notion that you both held something so close to your heart that the other also had next to theirs; a reminder that even when you were away for work, you’d always be there.

Eventually, you both found yourself in a cosy little café, nestled in the back in a two-person booth, warm in the glow of the wooden cabin. In an attempt to rid your bones of the deep chill that had settled throughout the day, you ordered steaming hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows. They’d come promptly, and you thanked the waitress before sinking your chin into your hands to stare admiringly at the woman opposite, only to find her in much a similar position, having been beaming, watching you interact with the serving staff.

Cupping the mug with both her hands, shoulders hunched under her chin, Cordelia sipped at the drink, leaving a small line of cream on her upper lip as she set it back down on the table. You smiled goofily at her, reaching to thumb the offending cream from her face, before setting it between her lips to clean off.

“You’re cute.”

“Says the one with a whipped cream moustache.”

You bickered playfully back and forth, feet kicking under the table as you sipped your hot chocolates and ate flapjacks. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in your stomach at the two of you simply relaxing and drinking together; you realised it had been a long time since you’d both been so carefree and without worry to just enjoy the others company.

The morning sun shone onto the tracks left by your boots in the deep snow behind you, as you both trudged down the unkept pathway towards the secluded train stop. Excluding the small indents of a foxes paws; yours are the only prints that marred the otherwise perfect snow, creating the eery illusion that you were the first to have stepped foot there at all. Cordelia's hand found yours in your coat, fingers linked in the pocket of warmth in the surrounding freezing air. Wisps of condensation danced in front of you at every shivered exhale.

Snow fell peacefully around you as you both talked, speaking in hushed voices as if you would disturb the tranquility; like a pebble into a glassy pond. The sounds around you almost seemed muffled by the soft pillowy snow that enveloped the tree branches and make them bow towards the ground. Delia gushed about how she'd never seen such beautiful views and how she couldn't get over waking up next to you and seeing the snow counted mountains in the distance out of the window.

You bit back the desire to reach down and pack the snow tightly into a ball, or fall backwards into the blanket and make a snow angel right there, smile wide as you’re returned to a childlike state of excitement and innocence in the presence of snow.

The red paint of the train peeked through the trees ahead of you, stark and conspicuous against the bright white of everything else. Cordelia let out an animated giggle as she set of towards the clearing, pulling you behind her with breathless mumbles of encouragement.

“Come on, what do we want? Front or back?”

The carriage seats were soft and plush as you settled against them, breath steamy against the cool glass when you pressed warm cheeks against it. It was peaceful, you were both among the silent few on the first train of the day that lead to the summit of the looming Gornergrat. The train rumbled beneath you as it became alive, shuddering as it slowly pulled away from the stop, wheels moaning in ached protest as it began its ascent.

Your fingers tingled at the change of temperature on the train, colour blooming back into paled cheeks at the comforting warmth. You both shed gloves and scarves to the seat opposite, hands brushing lingering snow from hats and shoulders as to avoid them melting and seeping invasively into cold clothes. The Supreme took your hand between hers, cupping it and bringing it to her face to blow warm air into her palms, rubbing the numbing cold feeling from one hand before repeating the action on the other.

Out of the window, you could see the rest of the train curl around the corner of the mountain in front of you, the drop into the valley below steep and dangerous just to the side of the track. Cordelia loved to look down into the vast space below, seeing the miniaturized trees and cabins, just the thought of the sheer height made your stomach clench uncomfortably and your head spin, clutching to your girlfriend’s hand. You knew that this feeling was irrational; you spent everyday up thousands of feet above the clouds, piloting planes, but then you had full control of the situation, knowing that nothing could go wrong. This was different.

It started to snow just before the train pulled up at the peak of the mountain, giant dancing snowflakes whirling through the air and turning the sky white with their abundance. You both shrugged hats and scarves back on and shoulders hunching protectively as the door swung open, leaving at the mercy of the elements outside.

Algid winds nipped sharply at your cheeks as you stepped off the train, spontaneous tears forming at the invasive breeze on your face. Cordelia’s hair whipped wildly around her face, only stilled slightly with her hat, framing her excited eyes as she turned to you, smile wide and hands up in the air as if reaching for the sky.

The snow was deep as you trekked the short distance towards the viewpoint, snowfall easing as you reached the edge, clearing the sky in front of you to reveal the clear views that spread before you. Cordelia reached the fencing first, turning to wave a hand to hurry you up and join her.

At the viewpoint, you both let collective gasps leave your lips at the panoramic scenery. 5000 feet above the tiny orangely lit town where you’d been mere hours before. Necks craned to see better, your finger pointing and enthusicastically shouting that you could see your cabin below; a pinprick of brown against the background of overwhelming, white-washed landscape.

Breathless at the sheer view you’d been gifted with of the Alps and the Matterhorn, you both fell into a deep silence. You knitted your brows together, looking forward as you felt in your pocket, breathing deep and building yourself up in your mind to do what you had planned this whole trip for.

“I am so sorry that my job causes me to be so absent.” You mused, elbows coming to rest on the bar of the viewpoint. You both continued to stare at the views as Cordelia mirrored you, elbows leaning on the bar. “Baby, we all have to work. I’m just glad we get to-”

“I quit my job.” You blurted out, causing her to stop and turn to face you. “You what?” Staring at you from behind wide eyes, you repeated yourself, finally tearing your eyes from the winter view to glance at Cordelia. The surprise on her face was not well hidden, neither was the fact she was saddened to hear that you’d quit the job you’d once dreamed of.

“You don’t need to that my love. I know it makes you happy.” Her gloved hand came to hold yours, eyes sincere as she squeezed your hand in hers.

“I got a new job. Its seasonal so I only have to work January through March and then September. Its better than what we’re doing now, right?”

Cordelia nodded, turning to face you. “That gives us so much more time together; thank you.” You fiddled in your pocket to retrieve you phone, having to strip your hands of the warm gloves that covered them to unlock it. You had told Delia that you wanted to show her something on it, but you accidently let the device slip from your fingers and into the snow by her feet, disappearing into the layers of snow.

“I’ve got it.” She assured you, and you let her crouch down to retrieve your phone, slipping down yourself behind her. She straightened up and turned around, smile faltering as she took in your position. “Y/n.” She warned, voice wavering and eyes darting to look for other people that may be nearby. “What are you-”

“I love you Delia. I love you so much and I know that you love me too.” Her hands came up to her mouth when she realised that you weren’t joking, eyes filled with adoration as she listened.

“The moment I knew that I would follow you anywhere, and that you were the one; my only one, was when you looked after me in March when I had that Spanish flu. I couldn’t leave the bedroom in case I passed it onto the girls, and you stayed with me the whole time, caring for me when I was too weak to do it myself.” Cordelia was crying now, beaming through tears which she kept wiping away with gloved fingers, and nodding along with you words.

“Well this is me staying, D, I want to stay with you for the rest of our lives. I love you.” She mouthed ‘I love you too’ back, head leaning to the side slightly as she wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and never let you go.

“I love that you make me whole, and that when you smile, I feel like I might actually die, because you’re so beautiful Deils. I love that you are nothing like Fiona, and that you stick up for me, and that we make memories together and that my most beautiful moments are with you.”

“I can’t wait to have moments just like right now for rest of our lives. Will you marry me?”

You slowly opened the box to reveal the ring that glimmered against the harsh light of the sun; eyes lifting to meet Cordelia who was staring at you unwavering, hands clasped at her chest. She was nodding fervently, laugh bubbling out through her smile as she pulled you up into her by your hands.

“Yes, my darling. Yes of course I will!”

After shakily slipping the ring onto her finger, relief and happiness drawing fresh tears upon both of your cheeky; you let Cordelia admire it against the background of the mountains. Rising onto toes to press a lingering kiss to her temple, her fingers sprayed apart as she held them up to the light.

“Come here you.” She coaxed, fingers wrapping round the back of your neck and drawing you into a passionate kiss. It was the ultimate memory, to kiss, now newly fiancés at the peak of a snow-capped mountain in Switzerland.

Returning from outside, Cordelia lit the fire with a dexterous flick of her wrist, settling down on the couch with a sigh. Her legs spread across the whole couch, back resting at one end. Her eyes searched for you, twisting to look down the corridor at you walking towards her.

“Come here baby.” She cooed; arms extended towards you in invitation for you to settle between. You gave her a quick peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze before lying between her legs and resting your head against her shoulder, nuzzling your face sideways into her neck, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume on her pulse point.

She wrapped her arms around you, and you let out a surprised squeal as she pressed her cold palms suddenly against the warm skin of your stomach, muscles rippling instinctively under her touch. “Sorry baby.” She apologised, placing a kiss to the hair on the crown of your head before letting her chin rest there.

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t expecting it” you giggled, relaxing again as her fingers drew absentminded patterns on your torso, her breath tickling the hair atop your forehead as she exhaled.

You both sat in the comfortable silence that enveloped you, having been apart for so long you basked in the fact you can simply hold one another and just exist. Cordelia’s thumb brushed softly against your own knuckles and you hummed in appreciation at the candidly loving action.

That night, Cordelia found herself propped on her side, head lying on her bunched-up pillow and allowing herself a quiet moment of observation. She missed these simple aspects of your presence. The comfort you brought her, even in sleep as she watched your chest rise and fall evenly and undisturbed.

You stirred slightly, face scrunching up momentarily before relaxing into a peaceful expression again, making Cordelia hold her breath to not wake you. Hair had fallen to block you face so she reached out delicately to tuck it back behind your ear, her eyes brimming with tears that she gets to simply watch you sleep like this.

Overwhelmed with her love for you beside her; she fell into a rhythm of her thumb on your cheek, tracing the freckles and light marks that marred your skin beautifully. You always expressed your dislike for these, but Cordelia would always silently shake her head in objection, knowing you would believe her voiced adoration.

“When did I get so lucky?” she whispered, leaning forward to brush lips lightly over yours before returning to her pillow and hooking an arm over your hip.

Dipping into sleep, she found herself vowing to prolong her reign as Supreme for as long as she could, never wanting to leave you alone and vulnerable. Especially while you slept, she thought. You look so pretty when you sleep. So pretty. She drifted off, arm draped protectively over your waist, pulling you closer in sleep.

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs #american horror story #ahs apocolaypse #ahs imagines #sarah paulson imagines

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omiscurls · 3 years

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night sky - atsumu miya x reader

the volleyball player you're gonna be falling for today: miya atsumu

word count: 3900

summary quote: "See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent."

and lets go!

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"You were very endearing while you were half asleep, you know that?" he laughed, touching your nose with the tip of his cold finger. Your body shook, freezing a bit when the train door opened, and the icey night air flooded the inside. The girls' school uniform, mostly the skirt, surely wasn't designed for such weather conditions as the november nights provided.

"What time is it?" you just asked, still sleepy from the nap you took on his shoulder.

"Six thirty" he laughed quietly, putting you head back where it was previously resting. You didn't mind at all, after all, he was comfortable. "We're getting off in eight minutes, so try not to sleep" You nodded slightly, watching the city landscape change in a matter of seconds just outside the dirty window in front of you. The raindrops were creating lively patterns on the glass, changing every now and then due to the blowing wind. Kobee's lights were already on, because, as it was november, six thirty was already a mid-night hour. You looked around the smelly train, noticing only few people left, as the route was already coming towards it's last stop. You noticed two people you knew from school, going home as well, altough it seemed they were not riding together, as they both listened to music with headphones in.

You growled, pouting, when it was finally time to leave the warm train and walk four blocks home. At least you got your boyfriend with you, because walking alone in such darkness would definitely scare you, though you would never say that to his face, no, that would boost his ego too much. You smiled unconsciously as he took your hand into his, as if he was worried you'll get lost.

You followed him out of the train and into the station. You lowkey enjoyed the blue light of the the screens, showing which train will arrive next, the people rushing in every possible direction, as Kobee was a huge city, some of them waiting with their suitcases, coffee mugs in their hands, and some just going home with their backpacks, talking on the phone or listening to music. The shops on the main station were already closing down, but you two managed to get to McDonald's and order large fries, which Miya payed for, then insisting for you to eat them, because "he's suddenly not hungry anymore".

It stopped raining, when you finally got out of the train station, and walked into the cold night. He took your hand once more when you finished the fries.

"Ew, yer fingers are all greasy. Omi-kun would've freaked." he joked, glancing at you. You turned red, snapping away from his grip.

"Don't hold them, then, dumbass" you adjusted the scarf on your neck so it covered your cheeks. Like a stubborn kid, he got the hand out of your pocket and intertwined your fingers once more.

"Nah, you're gonna get cold if I don't, and we can't have that, can we, Angel Eyes?" you blushed once more at the nickname, facing away from him, so he doesn't get to satisfied with the impression he caused. All of the sudden he appeared in front of you, smiling widely.

"What's that, Angel Eyes, does the new nickname fluster ya in some kind of way?" You looked at him with pure irritation in your eyes, as he pulled you into a slight hug. "Hey, yer shoulders are shaking, are you cold?" suddenly he didn't sound like a douchebag, but concern took the place of confidence. You stayed silent, really hating to agree, but before you could disagree, he took of his jacket and put it on your shoulders. "Wait" he added, realizing one mistake, he made and took the jacket back for a second, grabbing your schoolbag and piled the strap on the one of his bag, resting it on his arm.

"That's heavy, give it back" you said, trying to reach for his shoulder, as he was way taller.

"Hell no, what sorta boyfriend would that make me?" he grinned, catching your wrist as you were halfway through to reaching your bag, already standing on your toes. "Aaand another point for Miya for blocking that!" he yelled, immitating the TV sport's commentator.

"You're not a blocker, though" you giggled, getting back to a comfortable, standing position.

"Aww, my Angel Eyes remembers what possition I play in? Well don't you deserve the best girlfriend award"

"Only because you never shut up about being the prettiest setter in Japan. And even that opinion is biased" he gasped dramatically, putting a hand over his forehead, as if he were about to faint.

"Well excuse me, I have to win a bet with an old friend of mine from a little village next to Tokyo. AND YOU COULD SUPPORT ME IN DOING SO, YOU KNOW" he pouted way too loud. You just rolled your eyes.

"And hey, I know you always watch me from the first row, I have eyes."

"I watch Osamu"

"Now THAT hurted" he looked at you with theatrical heartbreak in his sight. "You know what, you're walking alone for that" he added, leaving you there, next to the station, disappearing into the night. You laughed, at first, knowing that he still has your bag and has to come back, but then you shivered, feeling the cold wind against your bare skin, and remembered that he wanted to give you his jacket. You knew he was probably around the corner, waiting to scare you as you were walking around in search for him, so you decided to look.

But the longer you kept going back and forth around the fifteen metre distance he could possibly walk, there was no sight of him anywhere.

"Cool, Miya, now would you please get out? Or else I'm walking home!" you shouted, hoping that would get him to come out of his hiding spot, but you received no response. You held your arms against your chest to keep warm.

You heard footsteps behind you, and turned around, relieved, actually, that he'd came back.

"Finally, you dumba-" you didn't finish your sentence, noticing the person behind you wasn't Atsumu.

"What're you doing out here, freezing alone?" you heard the boy in front of you ask, but you were too distracted by his sudden appearance to respond.

You knew that boy, you knew him damn well, he was one of your closest friends, growing up, but then moved, because his father worked for the army and have to reposition every few years.

"Sato-kun? What're you doing here?" you asked in shock, looking at the boy you had seen for the last time around 4 years before, now standing in front of you, all grown up, so much, in fact, that you barely recognized him.

"Hello to you too, honey" he smiled, hugging you. You felt slightly uncomfortable, not liking to be touched by strangers, but then you remembered he wasn't a stranger. He was a guy that knew you to the bone since diapers.

But also the guy who then promised to keep in touch and disappeared from your life completely.

"Now would you mind explaining what're you doing here alone?"

"Oh, uhm, I am actually not-" you tried to explain, tilting your head around, searching for that idiot, Atsumu, but again, he was nowhere to be found.

"You do seem alone, though. Who would leave you here?" he said with a polite smile, but even so started to get on your nerves. You were not some pretty doll to be LEFT somewhere, what if you were just waiting for someone to show up?

"Well, it's a long story" you replied, but he insisted on keeping the conversation going.

"Mind telling me over a walk home? I do know where you live, obviously." You were still in too much shock to turn him down, mixed feelings flowing in and out of your head.

"Sato-kun, I am really interested in knowing your side of how the last 4 years have passed, but I am really with somebody right now" you answered, but noticed something else got his attention, like he was looking just above your shoulder.

You suddenly felt arms tie around your neck in an embrace, and felt someone bending over to match your level. The cologne you smelled was so iconic you'd recognize it from a mile away.

That idiot finally came back.

"Hi there, buddy!" he smiled politely, resting his chin on your shoulder. Considering the height difference, that must've been really uncomfortable, but what wouldn't Atsumu Miya do for a good first impression.

"Hi!" Sato responded, also smiling, but now less vividly than he did a while ago. "Who're you to lean over her like that?" he added, and the sound of possesiveness in his voice freaked you out. He wasn't in a position to say that, he left you here for four whole years.

"Oh I?" you boyfriend broke the embrace in order to straighten up and walk over to your childhood friend. It was safe to say he was at least fifteen centimetres taller. "Miya Atsumu" he said with such fake sweetness in his voice, that you couldn't help but smile a bit. "And do you mind explaining who you're to tell me I can't hug my girlfriend?" he scratched the back of his head, smiling from ear to ear, looking absolutely adorable, except from the fact that you and Sato were both scared to death. The taller boy reached out to Sato, wanting to shake his hand.

"Miya? Are you the spiker or the setter?" he asked, gripping Miya's hand. "See my brother plays volleyball and I think they've played against you on-"

Atsumu didn't let him finish. First he turned his head back to look at you with a pitiful expression in his eyes, then back to the boy.

"Did he now? I think I would've remembered seeing a face just as annoying as yours on the other side of the net" he laughed, patting his shoulder in a true "big brother" style. "I appreciate the recognition, I really do, but I have many people knowing my name on a daily basis, you know. Let's talk about you, instead!"

You were slightly freaked out by Atsumu's sudden sarcasm and bitterness, as you weren't used to seeing him... jelous? Is that how you'd describe it? He was a very confident person so he never got insecure about your relationship. He knew how crazy about him you really were, even if you tried to hide it as much as you could. You also knew about his affection to irritating people, but it was all jokes and nothing serious most of the time, and even if it was, he always managed to be lowkey and funny about it, but now it seemed as if he was dense and really pissed.

Did he have a bad day? Did you fail to ask him? Countless quesitons ran through your head, but you couldn't seem to recall anything like that. After all, what brought you two together was the fact that you always seemed to know what was happening in his head, even when he tried to hide it as much as possible.

"Sato Yakeru" he said, deadly glaring at Atsumu. "But why do you want to know, Miya-kun?" the boy put his hands on his hips, trying to gain back his confidence. "Are you really that insecure about the fact I took three minutes of you girl's precious time?"

This was not the Sato you remembered. That one was a sweet, sure, confident, but still sweet boy who always walked you to your house when you finished your classes, helped you with chemistry and played with your little sister when she interrupted your study dates. He always listened to all your problems, been there through all the ups and the downs and stood up for you whenever you needed that.

But now you've realized, he was always like that. He was always such a chauvinist, wanting to be the prince charming, wanting to rescue you out of any opression there was, but then you didn't mind, you didn't even notice, because you were percisely the little scared girl he wanted. And now that that's changed, he was suddenly irritating. Miya glanced back at you, concerned when he noticed you weariness. He looked Sato up and down with hatred in his eyes. Now, that's a look you hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Now, now" he laughed with pity. "Don't get too full of yourself there, little one" he said reffering to the fact that he was significantly taller than the boy "It takes a lot more than just a pipsqueak like you to make me loose my composure"

He came back to you taking both your cold hands into his.

"Was that boy bothering you, Angel Eyes? Do you know him?" you looked him deep in the eyes only to find him trying to mask his obvious irritation by acting calmly. You hesitated before answering, not wanting to deteriorate his mood even more.

"That's actually my childhood friend, 'Tsumu. I was just suprised to find out he was back in town"

He nodded, facing away from you, as if he was trying to calm down for real before letting you look into him again.

"What, didn't she tell you about me? Aw, that sucks, man" Sato laughed under his breath.

"What was that, munchkin? Couldn't hear ya." he smirked, proud of the childish insult. Once, you hear Osamu say that Atsumu's mental age decreases for about five years when he plays. Well, it decreases for seven when he gets angry. "Alright, honey, take the jacket now, you're trembling" Miya added much calmer, putting the fabric on your shoulders and adjusting it a bit so it covers the front of your body as well. You loved how big it was on you, you could literally fit your arm twice in those long sleeves of his. "Anything in particular ya want to do, or should we just head home?

You raised an eyebrow, not sure what he was getting at. You already agreed to go to your place and just chill, since it was friday, why was he asking now? And then, looking at the mixed expression painted across his face, you realized, he tried to show the other boy how different than him he truly is. You couldn't help but laugh.

How childish.

"Let's go, I'm getting tired" you responded, standing up on your toes, trying to match his eye level, knowing how much he adored that.

"Aight, we'll be going then. Pleased to meet ya, Sato-kun. Hope I'll never get the opportunity to speak to your annoying little face again." When you two walked passed the boy, he patted his shoulder. You heard giggling behind you.

"Fine then, short stuff, if you want to go somewhere and catch up this weekend, call me!" Yakeru shouted, already going his own way.

You froze upon hearing the nickname you've been called by him so many times in the past, and suddenly tears formed in your eyes, coming along with the memories you forgot you had.

"She won't!" Miya yelled back, putting his arm around your shoulder. You instinctly rested your head against his body.

Silence fell upon you two, nobody wanted to start the conversation, and to be honest, you already moved on from that little, ridiculous fight, and were now dwelling in your own thoughts, remembering all the happy times with Sato, back when you were kids and life was simpler.

"Short stuff, really? Out of all nicknames?" Atsumu finally said, out of nowhere, faking laughter. "It's the lack of creativity for me"

You didn't respond, barely even hearing him speak.

"I mean, it was obvious the guy was all pure vanilla and no flavour, but still, pathethic." he went on "And the nerve of this dude! Would ya believe? Who is he now, your prince charming coming to the rescue? Since when?" Atsumu started to get really worked up over something he should pay exactly zero shits to, but you chose not to interrupt him, afraid your voice will break, which was highly likely, judging from the tears, still present in your eyes. "Hey, Angel Eyes, shouldn't ya be telling me to shut up by now?"

He suddenly stopped walking, lifting your cheek with his finger, and noticed the little wet mark going across your cheek. Now quiet and worried, he wiped of it off, turning you around to be facing him directly.

"What's up?" he just asked, not knowing how to react. You were always the one to calm him down, not the other way around.

"Nothing's up, can we keep walking? I feel bad about you freezing without your jacket, I'll make you tea"

"I'm counting on that, but first stop with the bullshit and tell me" never once had he even sworn around you, so you guessed that he was still angry, even though he was being kind of supportive.

"It's just that... Oh, it's stupid. Forget it." You started walking again, causing him to have to run up to you.

"It's not stupid, come on. Was that guy bad memories?" he frowned, walking backwards to keep eye contact with you. You didn't respond.

"Or was it me? Did I overreact? Are you mad?" damn, you really didn't think you could shake him this much just by not reacting to what he was saying. You had trouble remembering when was the last time he ask if it was him that made you upset.

"No, nothing like that." you finally decided he'll blow up if you kept on staying silent. "That pathethic nickname you're so stressed about, it just brought up the version of him I'd much rather remember, instead of this <I'm a nice guy> piece of crap I've witnessed today."

Shock came across his face, hearing you get upset like that. He stayed silent for a while, going back to walking by your side, and not in front of you.

"So, uhm... is that why I never heard of him?" he asked quietly, it was almost a whisper. You glanced at him and noticed he was looking away, probably hiding how much it must've costed him to skip his pride and ask that. You took his hand in a reassurring gesture, finding that his fingers were pressed hard against the inside of the hand, so hard his knuckles were probably white by now. It took you a bit to untangle that, but he finally let you hold his hand, still not looking.

"No. I was just trying to forget that guy." your level of voice matched his, giving the conversation an intimate vibe.

"Why?"

"Well, he was my best friend all my life, but then moved away and cut me off, even though he promised never to do that" you kept staring at the pavement, holding back the wave of emotions.

"Was he always such a prick?" you giggled, hearing the noticeable accent on the word "prick". Miya looked at you and smiled as well. "What, does the word <prick> amuse ya? What're ya, five?"

You kept laughing even louder.

"What? What did I say?" he broke into laughter watching your eyes light up, but a clueless expression still decorated his face.

"Remind me why do I love you again, you brat?" you mumbled between bursts of uncontrollable giggling.

Something suddenly held you back from walking. You turned back to see Atsumu, staying still, pure shock in his eyes, red colouring his cheeks. He kept glaring at you as if you just came back from the dead.

"What is it?" you asked, holding back the amusement, still smiling widely.

"You... do?"

For a short while you didn't understand what he was reffering to, but when you finally got it, it shocked you as well.

Did you really just...? Was it really the first time? You knew that for so long it felt as if you'd already said it a thousand times before.

"Oh god, sorry, sorry, forget I said anything" you apologized, remembering his fear of commitment. You broke the grasp and started walking fast, but heard a loud "no wait!" behind you.

Miya managed to catch up with you and put both his hands on your shoulders.

"Wait, just... do you really...?" what, couldn't he say it? Didn't he feel the same way? Why would he be with you for so long if he didn't? Were you just a playtoy? Really, you wouldn't be suprised, judging by the stereotypes going around about him, but you really hoped you guys were different than that.

"I'm sorry if that's a bother to you" you said, tears forming in the corners of your eyes again. You heard him laugh almost histerically.

"God no, it's not, Angel Eyes, how could you think that?" he lifted your chin to look you in the eyes, but you faced away. He shook his head in disbelief, pulling you into a tight hug. You suddenly felt at home, burying your face into his t-shirt, smelling the cologne you so liked.

You didn't want that moment to end. Whatever he had to say, you were now sure it wasn't positive and you didn't want to think of him any different than right then and there: as you precious little saltshaker of a boyfriend who was unbearable to be around for most of the time, but you still adored every single word that came out of his mouth and loved him alltogether so much it hurted your brain to process it.

He probably felt his shirt becoming wet, though, because he leaned over just a bit, to be able to whisper something in your ear. You clenched your fists, waiting for the inevitable.

"Well if that's the case... then that makes all my previous possesiveness out of place, doesn't it?"

You didn't say anything back, not really knowing how, but you were sure, that in an embrace as tight as that one he surely felt your heart jumping out of your chest even more every growing second.

"Hey, Angel Eyes" he then said, pulling away from the hug, and smiling upon seeing your hands still squeezing his shirt, from how much you didn't want to let go. "Relax, I just want to look into those eyes. Also, I don't want to whisper, that's sorta out of character for me, right? See, Angel Eyes, there are some things that just cannot be whispered, some feelings too strong to be degraded to the level of being silent. So I wanted to use my full voice to say — and it's not an easy thing to say, because, ya see, not only did I fall for you, but I am in fact, still falling! And that feeling creeps me out every single day. I guess that's why I was so afraid to tell you this. But I got it now."

He cleared his throat, looked you in the eyes, and put your hair behind your ear, which caused you to shake, due to his fingers being extremly cold.

"I love you to the point where no words are enough."

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Mountain Man: Part 4

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Summary: You never thought you’d love again. Then Arthur Morgan came into town. Fate continuously has you meeting each other in odd ways, and a troubled past is something you are both familiar with. Perhaps that’s what will make this time different.

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Valentine was, first and foremost, a run-down, muddy livestock town. It constantly smelled at least slightly of manure, and rest assured that every person’s shoes were caked in mud and shit by the end of each day. There were very few children or families in town, and thus little entertainment for anyone who was too young to drink or play poker. Gossip ran through the town as fast as whisky in the saloon, which is coincidentally where you had heard about the upcoming auction.

At the large Livestock Auction on the outskirts of town, a small troupe of men were to be riding in, followed by nearly two-dozen sturdy-looking horses. Luckily for you, Ben loved animals - especially horses. He really did take after his father in that aspect. So, there was naturally no better entertainment for the five-year-old than taking him to watch the small herd ride into town.

The two of you sat on a bench outside the back of the train station, close enough to see the action, but far enough away to stay safe in case any of the poor animals were suddenly spooked. Ben was dressed warmly in the crisp morning air, huddled up in a sweater as he sat on the bench, swinging his short legs back and forth in excitement. He held the last half of his chocolate bar tight in his fist, watching in awe as the horses were separated into groups and led into the corrals. Occasionally, he would smack your arm in excitement and point at a specific horse, admiring their coat or gait or hooves or anything else he found interesting.

After nearly an hour of watching from a distance, the horses were all herded into their pens, and Ben looked up at you with wide, excited eyes. “Mama, can I go to the fence now?” he asked, practically bouncing from his place on the bench. “Please?”

You gently pried the chocolate bar from his hand, and nodded. “Go ahead,” you agreed, “but watch out when you cross the road.” The end of your sentence was called to the back of the child, who had immediately dashed to the fence of the Livestock Auction.

With a small smile, you stood and slowly followed him over. You had been so focused on your son that you didn’t notice the familiar face of the man riding towards you until he had called your name. “Well, I shoa didn’t take you for a rancher,” came Arthur’s voice from your left. There was no way you could hide your smile.

He had been tying his own horse to the hitching post by the train station when he called out to you. He gave the horse a gentle pat and whispered something to it before walking towards you and Ben, who was far too distracted by seeing the horses up close to take notice of him. You let out a laugh as he made his way to you. “Hello again, Mountain Man,” you greeted, putting your hand on Ben’s back as he climbed up the first rung of the fence. “I certainly ain’t, but I figure Ben may be when he’s older.” You patted Ben’s back affectionately has you spoke about him. He didn’t notice. “Thank you for dinner, by the way.”

Arthur reached up with a large hand to tip his tattered hat in your direction, which also made it slightly cover his eyes. “It weren’t no problem, miss. Really,” he explained, now standing behind Ben with you at his side. The awkward energy that had overwhelmed the end of your conversation the day before was now completely gone. It was amazing what a good night’s sleep could do.

Ben suddenly called to you loudly, bouncing up and down on the fence, “Mama, there’s a baby horsy! Do you see?” He held up his right arm and pointed enthusiastically at a small pony towards the back of the lot. It had stubby legs and a long, black coat, contrasting significantly with its nearby cousins.

You reached forward and shushed him gently, not wanting him to spook the nearby animals. “Yes sweetheart, I can see it,” you confirmed, keeping your hand behind his back in case he lost balance and fell backwards in his excitement. “Regardless, it was very kind. Thank you.”

Luckily for Arthur, your eyes were still trained on your son, so you missed his small smile and light blush. “You’re welcome,” he responded, before he cleared his throat and took off his hat, holding it at his side.

The three of you watched the horses together for a moment as they kicked up mud in front of you, both of you glancing down occasionally at Ben with small smiles on your faces. You had to admit, it was nice, standing there with him by your side. Any passerby who didn’t know you would have reasonably thought the three of you a family.

Ben continued to ramble on enthusiastically, “How old do you think it is?” He finally tore his eyes away from the small pony and looked around the lot at the other horses. “Which one is it’s mama?”

He looked around for another pony, raising one foot up to the next rung of the fence, for a better view. As he searched, Arthur moved to his side and bent down slightly, so that his head was at the same level as Ben’s. “Which baby horse you talkin’ ‘bout?” he asked, looking in the same direction as your son.

Ben, thrilled to have a companion with the same interest, removed his hand from the railing and grabbed ahold of Arthur’s shirt. He nearly lost his balance, but Arthur’s strong arm swung up just in time, keeping the boy upright as he once again pointed toward the pony. There, that little one in the back.” After regaining his balance, and using Arthur’s shoulder as leverage, Ben clambered up to the second rung with both feet.

Arthur grinned when he saw the little horse. “Well that one there’s a Shetland Pony,” he explained, keeping his arm around your son’s back to help him maintain his balance. You couldn’t help thinking that Arthur looked good like this. With an arm wrapped around your son, teaching him about the animals in front of him, he looked like a father. “They’re bred to be real little, and they stay that way their whole lives.”

Ben’s eyes went wide. “Wow! So it’ll be a baby forever?” he asked, looking to Arthur for confirmation.

There was that barking laugh again from the man, the one that was accompanied by a wide grin, the one that made him throw his head back, the one you were now hoping to hear on almost a daily basis. “Not a baby,” he responded, patting Ben’s back affectionately, “but yeah. It’ll stay little forever.” He nodded toward the horse, and Ben turned his attention once again to the creature. “‘Cause they’re so small, they’re used in the mines, usually. I bet this one is on its way to Annesburg or maybe somewhere up in the Grizzlies.” With his free hand, he gestured at the horse. “See its thick coat? That means it’s real easy for ‘im to stay nice and warm up in the snow.”

The boy stared at the pony in awe, mouth slightly agape. “How come you know so much about horses?”

Arthur chuckled at his wonderment and reached over to put his worn hat on Ben’s head. It sunk low and covered the boy’s eyes, forcing him to reach up and tilt it backwards - but he didn’t remove it. “Was always fond of ‘em, I guess,” Arthur responded, reaching to the satchel at his side with his newly free hand. “They’re good, strong beasts, and real loyal if you treat ‘em right.” As he spoke, he pulled a worn, leatherbound book out of the bag and began to flip through the pages. You caught glimpses of long, handwritten texts, plenty of doodles, and several large, intricate drawings. That was certainly surprising. “Here,” he continued, holding out the book to Ben when he had found the page he was looking for. “I found a real pretty, snow-white Arabian up in Ambarino a while back. Wish I had one of them cameras so I coulda’ taken a real picture for ya.”

You looked down at the page, where a large, intricate image of a snow-white horse was drawn in pencil. Somehow, you managed to hold back the gasp that threatened to escape. He drew that? It was one thing to defy the stereotype of a rough-and-tumble mountain man by having a journal, but he took it to a whole different level with his sheer talent. You glanced up at him as he proudly showed Ben the image.

“Wow!” Ben gasped, turning from the fence to run the fingers of his right hand over the page. “It’s so pretty!” You reached over and helped him down before he fell, and he immediately moved to stand between Arthur and the opened journal.

Immediately, Arthur moved to squat behind him, his head again level with Ben’s as the boy took hold of the journal. “She shoa was,” he said into the boy’s ear. “Almost missed ‘er ‘cause she blended right in with the snow.”

After a minute of entranced study of the drawing, Ben turned his face toward Arthur’s. “You drew her real good!”

He laughed again and stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. If you didn’t know better, you would have sworn his cheeks looked slightly redder than they had been a moment ago. “Thanks, boah. But it ain’t much,” he replied. His self-doubt once again bubbling up.

“No, he’s right,” you chimed in. Your eyes met his as you smiled at him and nodded toward the book. “It’s really a beautiful drawing.”

He paused for a moment before taking the book gently from Ben’s hands and reaching for the edge of the page. “Thanks,” he responded, and began to gently tear the page from the book. Your hand immediately rose to stop him, there was no need to tear it out. But before you could reach him, he already had the paper in hand and was handing it over to your son. “Here ya go. You can keep it.”

For the hundredth time in a single day, Ben’s eyes went wide. “Really?” he asked in awe, eyes again going wide as he gazed up at Arthur. This was surely going to be the highlight of his week.

Arthur nodded, chuckling. “Shoa,” he agreed, closing the book and slipping it back into the satchel at his side. “Can always draw another if I want.”

Ben’s face immediately lit up as soon the drawing was in his hands. “Woah! Thanks, Mister Mountain Man!” exclaimed Ben, who immediately dropped to the ground next to the fence to analyse the paper in more detail.

Arthur responded with a chuckled, “‘Course,” and ruffled Ben’s curls. For some reason, looking at the adorable scene brought back that familiar lump in your throat. Was this what it would have been like if Andrew were here to watch his son grow? Was this what it looked like to have a child with a father?

Seeing Ben this happy was more satisfying than anything in the world. Seeing Arthur smiling down at your son, fingers again looped in his gun belt, also brought out a strange fondness that you didn’t think you would ever feel again. And then, inevitably, the memory of Andrew floats back into your mind, flavoring the entire situation with a strange sort of bittersweetness.

“He’s a good kid,” Arthur’s contented voice brought you slowly back to reality. His gaze had moved from your son, still sitting on the ground, carefully holding the paper to prevent wrinkles, to your own. A small, bittersweet smile was aimed in your direction, and in that moment you knew - he understood.

You nodded, not having the willpower to take your eyes from Arthurs. “He certainly is,” you said, affectionately. “Thank you, really.”

The self-doubt that ate at Arthur every day reddened his face. “It weren’t nothin,” he finally looked away from you and plucked his hat from Ben’s head and slipped it back on his own, shading his eyes from your view. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“No, no,” you weren’t having any of that. Not today, when he had made your son happier than you had seen in ages. “You probably just made his entire week. That’s not nothin’,” you continued, stepping closer to him and teasingly pushing his shoulder a bit.

He chuckled. “Well…”

But you weren’t about to let him continue, especially if he was only going to degrade himself. “How about I thank you by finally getting you that drink tonight? No price negotiations necessary,” you cut in, reaching up to straighten out his collar like you had done at the saloon on his first night in town. Again, your fingers brushed his bare skin at the collar of his shirt. This time, you were certain you felt him tense.

After a second of looking down at you, so close to him, feeling the brush of your fingers on his skin, he smiled and nodded. “Shoa. That’d be nice.” You grinned back up at him and dropped your hand from his shirt, missing the feeling of it as soon as you did.

Arthur left shortly after your conversation, confirming that he would meet you at the saloon later that evening. You stayed for a while longer, sitting in the grass on the side of the road with Ben as he moved his gaze back and forth between the real horses, and the picture he had gotten from Arthur. After a half an hour or so, when all of the horses were penned and the sun was high in the sky, you finally stood, ruffled Ben’s hair and told him it was time to go home for the day.

Slowly, the two of you made your way back home, taking the road through the center of town. On the way, you heard the familiar call of the newsboy, and looked over. Immediately, the headline and image on the front page caught your eye.

“SNAKE OIL MURDERER CAPTURED” was written in large bold font above an article and a photograph of a man, whose face you recognised. You quickly walked over and purchased a paper, opening it to read the entire page with Ben by your side.

Looking again at the photograph, angry heat swelled in your chest. There was no mistaking those eyes. You had nearly forgotten them, but now they would be burned into your mind for the rest of your days.

The memories flooded back to you like a dam had been broken in your mind. Andrew’s hacking coughs. His pale face, burning with fever. Worry about Ben. Worry about the Harvest. Resigning yourselves to wait the illness out and skimp on food during Winter. Hearing about a travelling doctor in town. Picking up the medication. Hope.

And then? Finding Andrew’s lifeless body in bed next to you in the morning.

There was no denying it. It was too much of a coincidence to not have been true.

Benedict Albright, the Snake Oil Murderer, had killed your husband.

#Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan #RDR2 #RDR2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x f!reader #f!reader

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bellakitse · 4 years

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We begin on a Tuesday

When the 126 have a spot to fill in their crew, Judd recommends his buddy Carlos Reyes from the 121.

Firefighter Carlos AU!

30 days of Tarlos - Day 16

Part 1 of a 3 part series

TK meets Carlos Reyes on a Tuesday. He studies him quietly from across the table between them as his father interviews the good-looking firefighter for a recently open position in their team. He and his father have been in Austin for almost eight months now, and in that time, they have built a solid crew, but when Price requests a transfer because her wife got a promotion that requires relocation, they’re left with a spot to fill.

Judd is the one that comes to them with Carlos Reyes as a candidate; the man sings his praises; he tells them about Carlos’ record, his instincts as a firefighter, his empathy, and his loyalty. It’s obvious by the way Judd speaks about his friend that he respects him – given that it’s taken months for him to earn the same level of respect from him, TK is impressed before they even meet with Carlos.

“I have to say, Reyes,” Owen starts, he looks down at his notes like he’s studying them again. TK sucks in the corner of his bottom lip to keep from smirking. His father has read it more than once, and though this interview has been going on for almost thirty minutes now, he knows his father made up his mind less than ten minutes in. “Judd was right; you really are impressive.”

Carlos doesn’t blush, but it’s a near thing as he gives them a small smile. “Judd is a good friend, sir, he might have embellished a bit,” he says humbly, and TK has to bite down on his lip to keep from letting out a ridiculous smitten sigh. He can’t help it though; Carlos Reyes is a dream, he’s the walking definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Add to that his soft voice, and bashfulness and TK is already crushing hard.

“Captain Blake also raves about you,” his dad continues, and this time Carlos does blush.

“Michelle has known me since I was in high school, I had classes with her sister,” he explains with a shrug. “She’s my best friend.”

“So she embellished too?” Owen questions with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

“Probably,” Carlos chuckles softly before turning serious. “I’m good at my job, sir. I work hard, and I make a commitment every time I put on the uniform to be the best I can be for the people we’re here to help, but most importantly, for my team. If I’m not, one of them can get hurt, and I’m not about to let that happen.”

TK looks over at his dad catching the glint in his eye; it’s one he’s familiar with, an understanding of that instinct to protect, to save, he’s seen it in the eyes of every one of his crew members at some point.

��You’ve been with the 121 for two years now, Carlos,” his father comments curiously. “That’s a long time to bond with a crew, and by what you just said, it’s obvious you’re loyal. Why consider coming here to us?”

Carlos makes a complicated face before letting out a sigh. “You’ve had run-ins with my former Captain, Billy Tyson,” he says matter of fact. Now it’s TK who makes a face at the reminder of the man that tried to take his father’s job.

He turns a little red when Carlos’ eyes stray to him; the way the corners of his mouth lift lets him know he caught his reaction.

“I hear he’s getting better,” his dad answers much more politely than TK could ever be.

“So I hear,” Carlos says with a tight smile. “But given that you know him and what he pulled here by trying to take your firehouse, you know Tyson is a bigot,” Carlos continues, not holding back. “His temporary replacement is cut from the same cloth.”

Owen sighs with a deep frown on his face. “Disappointing but not surprising, unfortunately.”

“I agree,” Carlos answers, his eyes drifting back to him for a moment before looking back at his dad. “It’s not a great place to be an ‘other’ as you can imagine, and that’s what I am because I’m gay.”

TK sees how the words cause his dad to sit up straighter, that protective streak of his radiating off him.

He feels a kinship instantly to Carlos; he remembers his first firehouse before ending up in his dad’s. It’s never easy being considered different, and he sympathizes with Carlos and what he might have to put up with on a daily basis to do his job.

“Now I’m not saying that Tyson or anyone else at the 121 discriminated against me because of my sexual orientation,” Carlos says quickly. “If that had been the case, I would have had them before a review faster than they could blink.”

“That’s right,” Owen says instantly, and with force, it makes Carlos smile, more freely and comfortable than before.

“Right,” he repeats, still smiling for a moment before it’s wiped away from his expression. “But even though they never discriminated against me, there has always been a wall between my team and me that I can’t seem to overcome.”

Carlos looks down at his hands, and TK can’t help but ache for him. His team is his family; he can’t imagine what it must feel like not to have that with the people that your life depends on.

“That’s why Judd recommended me for your team,” Carlos explains, giving them a half-smile. “He’s my friend, and he wants me to be in a place where I will be accepted. He talks about you, Captain, with so much respect and admiration.”

Carlos’ gaze finds him again, soft brown eyes that are warm and lovely, and TK just wants to get lost in them.

“He talks about the team,” Carlos says softly, his stare staying on him now, and TK has to remind himself to breathe. He’s been around good looking men before, but he’s never had an immediate reaction to a man the way he’s having one now with Carlos. It’s more than just Carlos’ pretty face; there is something in those brown eyes of his that TK is instantly connected too. “You’re his family; he and Michelle want me to have the same; that’s why they asked you to interview me.”

Owen makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, his face is neutral, but TK knows his father well, and knows he’s affected by Carlos’ words. “Carlos, would you mind stepping out of the office for a moment?”

“Of course,” Carlos says as he quickly gets up from his seat and heads for the door, at the last moment, he turns back to them. “Whatever you decide, sir, I appreciate that I was even considered. And given everything Judd has been through, I’m grateful you’ve made him feel welcomed,” he tells them with a nod before he walks out, closing the door behind him.

The office is quiet for a moment after Carlos leaves, TK studies his dad, waiting for him to speak.

“What do you think?” he asks finally, and TK can’t help but chuckle.

“Why are you even asking me that, when you’ve already adopted him in your head, dad?” he questions, raising an eyebrow when Owen tries to protest.

“Okay, fine,” Owen huffs begrudgingly. “Maybe I’m considering adopting him.”

“I know,” he says, laughing again at his father. “You’re awesome that way.”

Owen grins at him. “Did you like him?”

“Yeah,” he says quickly, knowing it’s entirely true. It’s not just that he’s attracted to Carlos, though he is, ridiculously so for someone he’s known for less than an hour and who spent most of that time talking to his dad and not him. He likes Carlos as a person; what little he knows of him just makes him want to know more; he wants to know everything. “I really liked him.”

The words aren’t completely out of his mouth, but he knows he’s said too much from the way his dad’s expression changes in a second, it goes from considering to amused in the blink of an eye.

“Oh TK,” he says, chuckling in a way that has him blushing at how knowing he sounds. “That fast, kid? Really?”

TK blushes harder, scowling when it just makes his dad chuckle some more. “Shut up, dad,” he says, standing up.

“Well then, on top of feeling like Carlos would be a good fit here,” his dad starts, zero remorse for his amusement at his expense. “It will be fun to see you deal with a crush; it’s been a while.”

TK ignores the ribbing for now and focuses on the rest of his dad’s comment. “So, you’re hiring him?”

Owen rolls his eyes at him. “Even if I didn’t like him, on qualifications alone, I would be nuts not too. He was being too humble; he’s damn good at his job. Plus, I do like him, and I don’t like the idea of him spending one more second in the 121 where he’s obviously not comfortable. This is a no brainer.”

TK smiles, his heart full of love for his father and his kindness. “Good, I’m glad.”

“I bet you are,” Owen snorts, and TK loses his smile to glare at him. “Go, let him know he’s ours now.”

TK rolls his eyes, but even now, he can’t hide that he’s pleased by his father’s decision.

“And TK?” he calls out, stopping him just as he reaches for the door. “Keep it professional while on the clock.”

He doesn’t say anything as he leaves, arguing with his father would be pointless. His dad has always been able to read him clear as day, and he knows when he’s interested in someone.

He finds Carlos downstairs sitting down on the edge of the ladder truck; he stays quiet as he takes a seat next to him.

“So,” he says, looking over at Carlos, swallowing hard when he turns his head to look at him. Up close, those brown eyes are stunning with their specks of gold.

“So,” he says back with a soft look on his face. “What’s the verdict?”

“Oh please,” he says sarcastically with a grin. “You won him over about five seconds after you sat down. You’re officially his new favorite.”

Carlos chuckles, shaking his head, the smile on his face is like sunshine.

“Come on,” he says, patting Carlos’ shoulder before standing up. “I’ll introduce you to the crew, and let's see if you can charm the pants off them too.”

Carlos gets up, bringing his body close to his as he goes to his full height, this close TK is even more struck by his beauty.

“Charm their pants off, huh?” Carlos grins, it makes his eyes crinkle at the corners, and TK is sure his heart is going to burst out of his chest from beating so hard. It beats with the knowledge that this is the beginning of something. “Yours too?”

TK licks his lips, his stomach clenching as Carlos’ eyes drop to his mouth, his eyes darkening when he looks up at him again. He smiles, the anticipation of what’s to come coursing through him. “If you play your cards right.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star fic #30 days of tarlos #my writing #tk x carlos #firefighter Carlos! au

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 4 years

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Protect | Katsuki Bakugou x Reader x Tamaki Amajiki

AN: I really like this ship... and I’m not sorry. Pronouns used: She/her Length: 3k words

Summary: Someone insults Suki and Tama in front of you and you try to ignore it. But when they hit you first, you two end up in a bad fight that Tamaki and Katsuki stumble upon.

Full Name: (y/f/n) Quirk: (y/q) & barrier - the user has the ability to create a barrier around themselves or allies Age: 16 Hero Name: (h/n)

"Hey, Tama." Katsuki greeted as he sat down next to Tamaki, who smiled shyly at him.

"Hey, Kacchan." Katsuki kissed his cheek which made him blush, making Katsuki smirk at his reaction.

"Where's (n/n)?" Tamaki shrugged, leaning onto his shoulder.

"I haven't seen her, yet." The two waited for about ten minutes, making small talk until Tamaki brought up (f/n).

"She's still not here..."

"Wanna go look for her?"

"Sure." With that, the two stood up and walked towards (f/n)'s classroom. On the way there, they heard a loud cry, followed by a scream, then another scream, and then finally someone yelling loudly. Almost immediately both Katsuki and Tamaki froze, their wide eyes darting to each other. They broke out into a full-blown sprint, finally seeing the horror unfold in front of them.

Their sweet, loving girlfriend had some guy in a choke hold. He was struggling to get away while she held him down tightly, with her legs wrapped around his waist. They couldn't see an ounce of that kindness she flaunted on a daily basis. They couldn't see an ounce of that shy, frail girl they often saw. All they saw was (h/n) punishing a villain...

"APOLOGIZE!" (f/n) demanded as the student repeatedly hit her arm with one hand, while holding onto her other arm with his other hand. His friends stood frozen on the side, much like Tamaki and Katsuki.

"G-Get o-off!" The guy she had in a choke

"I SAID APOLOGIZE! APOLOGIZE OR YOU'RE GONNA PASS OUT! BEST BELIEVE I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AGAIN WHEN YOU WAKE UP!" She screamed, which finally pulled his friends out of their frozen state. They tried to grab her and pull her off. However, (f/n) had a good grip and no matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't get her off of him. Since they'd picked (f/n) up, she let her legs unwrapped from his waist and hit the floor.

(f/n) immediately grabbed the arm around her waist and pulled on it, making the student trip on her leg and threw him into the wall. The other two ran off while the offender started to sprint in the opposite direction of Katsuki and Tamaki. (f/n)'s head shot to him before she ran and violently tackled him to the ground. Both Katsuki and Tamaki winced at the sickening thud before finally jumping into action.

"Hey!" They both ran to her and Tamaki wrapped his arms around (f/n)'s waist while Katsuki tried to pry her arms off of the student.

"Ge-get off!" The student yelled again.

"Apologize then! Your dumbass really thinks I'm backing off?! Not even All Might can help you! APOLOGIZE!"

"Baby! Let go!" Katsuki said. "Get off of him!"

"Stay out of this, Katsuki!" She retaliated.

"You're gonna get in trouble, Bunny!" Tamaki yelled, pulling as hard as he could. Even with all his training and muscles, he still couldn't pry his (tiny/smaller than him) girlfriend off of this student.

"STAY OUT OF THIS, TAMAKI!" She screamed in frustration. The student's face was turning red, his vision starting to get darker. His grip on her arm was getting weaker and he was starting to go limp.

"(F/N)! LET GO!" Katsuki and Tamaki yelled in unison.

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!" She screamed back before a scarf wrapped around both of them.

"(l/n)! Let go of him!" Behind Aizawa was Midnight, Vlad King, and All Might.

"NO! NOT UNTIL HE APOLOGIZES!"

"Bunny! Please let go! It doesn't matter what he did or said! You're gonna be in more trouble than you're already in!" Tamaki pleaded.

"Young (l/n)!" All Might warned, in his large muscle form. "Let go of him."

"H-help!" The student pleaded.

"Oh, stop acting like the victim now!" (f/n) yelled back. A large barrier appeared, pushing Aizawa's scarf off of the two as (f/n) tightened her grip on him.

"Move." All Might said, making both Tamaki and Katsuki frown as they ran to the teachers, moving behind the Symbol of Peace.

"Young (l/n), this is your last warning."

"Separate me now, but I'll be back on his next time I see him." She answered, glaring at the teachers. All Might sighed dashing to her and shattering her shield with one, powerful punch. Finally, (f/n) let go, Aizawa's scarf wrapping around her as she hit the ground with a thud.

The student also fell to the ground, breathing heavily as he coughed repeatedly. All Might gently helped him towards Vlad King and Midnight. (f/n) glared at his form, her head finally the ground while she stared at the ceiling. Aizawa roughly pulled the scarf, which made her sit up as he glared at her.

"If it was up to me, I'd expel you immediately." (f/n) returned his glare, silently. Katsuki and Tamaki frowned, looking away, unable to recognize their girlfriend. Tamaki gripped Katsuki's hand as he felt the anxiety creeping in.

***

"So, please explain what happened," Nezu said to (f/n) who had finally calmed down after about thirty minutes. Midnight had even brought her a bottle of cold water, after Recovery Girl had healed her bloody nose and bruised lip.

~Flashback~

(f/n) finally finished packing her stuff and walked to her locker and started to put her books away.

"Did you hear about what Suneater did yesterday?" One of the students said. She smiled a little as she put her books in order.

"Oh, that elf-eared kid from the Big 3?"

"Yeah."

"Dude, he has no potential." (f/n)'s smile faded into a frown, as she shoved her bag into the locker. She then stood there, pretending to put stuff away while she was listening in on the conversation. "He's pretty strong, yeah. But he's so fucking weird and with that anxiety of his? He's never gonna make it. He's an idiot for even trying. What a waste of time." The other three laughed and (f/n)'s frown deepened.

"What about his boyfriend? That explosive guy."

"Oh don't even get me started on that one," The student said, rolling his eyes. "Does that jerk look like he has any hero potential? He's rude, disrespectful, underestimates everyone, and he's so fucking violent. He literally calls everyone an extra. Who'd want to be his partner? Who'd want him as a sidekick or a hero? He's better off as a villain. Hey! That's a better idea. He can be a villain while that Amajiki kid follows him around like the pathetic minion that he is."

"You know they're both in that weird 3 person relationship." One of them said.

"Oh yeah, (l/n). She's cool." Another added.

"Yeah, I guess. If anyone's got hero potential out of the three, it's definitely her." (f/n) glared at the hook in her locker, trying her best to stay calm. People were mean and judgmental. It didn't matter. (f/n) sighed and shut her locker, trying to walk away when one spoke up.

"That's her! Dude, she probably heard everything."

"Aye! (l/n)!" The offender called, making her turn to him.

"What?"

"You're dating those freaks right?" She rolled her eyes and approached them.

"Don't call them that."

"Oh, are you mad?" He taunted.

"Listen," She started. "I don't know who you are and I know you don't know my boyfriends either. Yes, Bakugou's extremely temperamental, but he's got amazing hero potential. He's determined, passionate, and unbreakable. He'd never be a villain, never. Amajiki may be shy and his anxiety does get to him sometimes, but he always pushes through it. He's worked so hard over the years to master his quirk, he's pushed himself beyond his limits to get where he is. You neither recognize their potential nor their hard work and determination. Don't make assumptions about things you don't understand, you'll make an ass out of yourself that way." He scoffed, clearly offended by her words.

"You sure? Sure, both of your freaks have lots of power, but they're never gonna get anywhere with that shitty determination of theirs. No one's gonna want Bakugou and Amajiki's basically running on luck. Shit, maybe you're not that special either."

"You're from the support course, right? Don't act like you know what we go through and don't try to analyze us. You've never seen them out in the field." He glared down at her.

"I bet I could take you on." This time it was (f/n) who scoffed.

"You can't take me on."

"You're underestimating someone from the support course? Damn, cocky much?"

"You're underestimating someone from the hero course. Someone trained for combat."

"Fine then," He said, approaching her. "I challenge you."

"Bad idea. You're gonna lose. Back off now."

"No way. I challenge you. What, too scared?"

"Listen," (f/n) warned. "You do not want to fight me. Just leave me alone." (f/n) turned to try and walk away.

"You're as pathetic as your boyfriends!"

"That's your opinion." She threw back, not bothering to stop.

"Walking away like a little bitch, huh?!"

"You must be a first-year," (f/n) said, looking back at him. "Don't try to pick fights you can't win."

"Says you!" This went on for a few minutes until (f/n) finally gave in.

"Last warning. If I fight you, I won't stop until you apologize."

"Fuck you. Now fight me, bitch."

"God, you really are an idiot." As (f/n) tried to walk away, he grabbed her (h/l) hair and pulled, which made her turn. His fist collided with her face and he saw fury ignite in her eyes. "Fine. Have it your way."

~End of Flashback~

"That was extremely irresponsible of you," Aizawa started. "You let them get to you. What you should've done was find a teacher."

"I'm keeping my promise," (f/n) muttered.

"Meaning..." All Might said, causing her to sigh.

"I told him I wouldn't back off until he apologized. He challenged me and he's gonna hold his end of the bargain. What kind of hero would he be if he didn't."

"You're not going to fight him on school grounds." Aizawa declared, making her look away.

"Alright, let's discuss the repercussions of this incident," Nezu started. "Because you weren't the one to start the fight, I won't expel you, however, you did disobey orders to let go of him and even now are threatening to fight him. You will serve three weeks detention as well as a two-week suspension. You will be cleaning the dorms as well to help out. On top of that, you will not approach Mr. Yoshino under any circumstances. If you do, you will be expelled. As a pro hero in training, you shouldn't have fought to begin with. Alternatively, you should've only defended yourself and released him when help arrived. You did neither, therefore, one more incident of the sort and I will not be able to help you. Consider yourself in rocky waters, Ms. (l/n)."

***

(f/n) was too late for lunch, so she went to her classes without food. The entire day, she didn't say a word or see Yoshino in the halls. She also didn't see Katsuki or Tamaki and she didn't make any effort to go find them.

Everyone in her class already knew what had happened and most of them didn't say anything, except whisper to each other. Some did confirm they would've done the same, but most of them stayed quiet.

After class, (f/n) grabbed her things, getting ready to go back to the dorms. As she walked down the halls, she looked out the windows into the courtyard. A frown appeared on her face when she saw two familiar figures walking towards the dorms.

On the one hand, she was thankful. The last thing she wanted was to see them, she was still extremely furious and frustrated over what had happened. However, on the other hand, she was hurt. They didn't even bother asking her about the incident, instead, they chose to judge her?

Her hands clenched the fabric of her skirt as the frustration finally got to her. Hot, salty tears pooled in her (e/c) eyes, sliding down her cheeks. Today was just an all-around awful day. After a couple of moments, she took a few deep breaths, wiped her face, and began her short walk back to the 2nd year dorms.

That night, she'd finally calmed down enough to try and reach out to both of her boyfriends. She sent a weak greeting in their group chat, only to be ignored. After half an hour, she asked if they could talk, which was seen and ignored. Finally, a couple of hours later, she sent a "good night" which was also seen and ignored. That hurt enough to the point where she turned her phone off and forced herself to go to sleep.

***

It had been five days since the whole incident and (f/n) was sitting in her room working on her homework. She'd missed less than a week but was already seriously behind. Every day after cleaning the dorms, she'd spend the rest of the day studying the subjects. Because she didn't have a teacher to explain it to her, she needed to work harder.

The entire time, she didn't speak to anyone and still had her phone switched off. Neither Katsuki nor Tamaki reached out to her and she no longer cared. Thankfully, her school work kept her busy enough to the point where she didn't have to worry about them.

(f/n)'s door abruptly opened, making her head snap in the direction. Her tired gaze turned into a glare when she realized who'd entered her room.

"Just because it's unlocked doesn't mean you can walk in here. Get out." She said in an icy tone as her gaze returned to the stack of papers in front of her. Tamaki flinched but Katsuki only rolled his eyes.

"Where have you been?" The blond inquired, making (f/n) look up at him.

"I got suspended."

"F-for h-how long?" Tamaki asked quietly, making her look at her paper as she continued to write.

"Two weeks. Then I have to serve three weeks of detention." Unsure of what else to say, the two fell quiet while (f/n) kept writing. "If that's all, get out."

"What happened?" Katsuki asked, making her scoff.

"Oh. Now you want to talk?"

"Just fucking tell us." (f/n) raised her head, glaring at them both before she finally spilled. She told them exactly what happened, exactly what he said, how she defended them, how he challenged her and she warned him, then how he attacked her and she fought back. The entire time, both of them were silent, listening to her story intently.

"There. That's what happened, door's behind you."

"You're still kicking us out?" Katsuki asked.

"Why shouldn't I?" She shot back, "you two ignored me for five days for no reason. I tried to talk to you, I tried to reach out to you but you didn't respond. Now that you're finally here, asking my side of the story, you want me to just forgive you? I'm sorry, but no. Do you know how that felt? I defended you both. I fought him for YOU. You know my quirk, do you really think I needed to fight him? I could've just held him down or shoved him off and walked away. But no. I tried to fight him for both of you and your response to that was ignoring me."

"We're sorry," Tamaki said, only to have (f/n) shake her head.

"Yeah, me too." She kept writing making them look at each other awkwardly.

"Can we stay?" Katsuki tried again.

"No. Just because you said sorry doesn't mean I forgive you." She answered. Katsuki rolled his eyes, walking towards her and yanking the pencil out of her hand.

"Would you stop for a second?"

"What?" He walked in front of her and got on his knees, gazing into her eyes.

"Tell us to get out again."

"Get out." He smirked a bit.

"You don't mean it." (f/n) sighed and looked away. Of course, she didn't mean it, she was just so frustrated and angry she just wanted alone time. However, the longer they just stood in her room, the more she wanted them to stay. Before this, she'd get so angry she'd feel herself starting to dislike them. But all of that frustration was starting to melt away.

"You're both jerks, you know that?" Katsuki grabbed her hand and pulled her off the floor, walking her to the bed and falling down on it, along with her. Tamaki locked her door and joined them, laying on the other side and sandwiching (f/n) in between them.

"Yeah, we know. We're sorry, though." Katsuki responded as Tamaki nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

"You better be."

"We love you." Tamaki said, kissing along her jaw.

"I love you too." She answered.

*BONUS*

"You looked hot while you were choking that dumbass," Katsuki said, abruptly breaking the long silence they had. Both Tamaki and (f/n) burst into laughter, shaking their heads.

"Thanks, babe." (f/n) said, kissing his cheek.

#mha #mha imagines #my hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo imagine #mha tamaki #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #mha tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki

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thewritewolf · 4 years

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Clever Like a Fox

Summary: A few years down the line and while the face of the enemy has changed, the ones who fight for what's right haven't. Heroes once thought retired return to the fold, leading to Rena Rouge sharing a patrol with Snake Noir. It might be a quiet night, but Alya always has something to say - in the mask, or out of it.

Hello and welcome to my first of four entries for Adrien AUGreste! This will be the final part of my six-month adventure with daily prompts, starting with Marinette March. I had originally intended to do the full month, but at this point I'm too exhausted to do a long-form fic like that again.

Now, the week's prompt was Snake Noir, and the daily prompts I used were Oblivious, Civilian, and Unify.

@adrienaugust

Enjoy!

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Years passed for Ladybug and Chat Noir. Circumstances changed, as they often do - Hawkmoth was gone and another villain emerged from the woodwork to make sure the two of them didn’t get too much of a vacation. Of course, with the fall of Hawkmoth, that opened up opportunities that had been closed for far too long.

When the villain made themselves known a second time, they weren’t just facing Ladybug and Chat Noir. Carapace and Rena Rouge had joined them - this time, on a much more permanent basis. After all, Marinette had argued that the kwami had been locked up for too long. They needed to see the world, be with people, if they were going to be effective.

Which was part of the reason it wasn’t Chat Noir and Rena Rouge on patrol for tonight, but rather Snake Noir and Rena Rouge. Neither was the other’s ideal partner for patrol, but Ladybug could only be in one place at a time and she was busy tonight working on her piece for the summer fashion show, her big debut in the industry.

And Adrien intended to be there… as supportive as a friend could be.

“So… what’s on your mind, big cat?”

Snake Noir looked over at Rena Rouge, her back against a section of wall facing him, laying along the edge of the building that he was dangling his legs over. She was watching him curiously.

“Nothing much, I guess,” he said with a sigh.

The silence stretched on, awkward and uncomfortable. It was at this moment that he realized that of their little group of friends, he spent the least time with Alya. With the two of them, it had always felt more like they were the friends of friends rather than being close themselves.

“Nino been up to anything recently?” He retreated to safe, common ground.

“He’s your best bud as well as my fiance,” Rena said with a raised eyebrow. “Something tells me you’ve got just as good a scoop on him as I do.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Snake Noir picked up a small rock that was on the roof and turned it over in his hands before dropping it into the empty street below.

Another stretch of silence passed between them, ended only when Rena sighed loudly and stood up.

“Okay, big cat, how about you help me out with the Ladyblog?”

“What?” He looked up at her, a confused look on his face. “Do you want to drop your transformation and have me give an interview?”

“No, don’t be crazy,” Rena said, waving with her hand as if she could physically brush away the idea. “It is too late in the day for an interview to not look fake. But!” She grinned and raised a finger. “If the Ladyblogger just so happened to spot two patrolling heroes during her nighttime jog, I’m sure they would love to give their favorite journalist a selfie.”

“Oh would they now?” Snake Noir smirked despite himself. “Sounds awfully generous of them. Especially Rena Rouge since she’d have to be in two places at once.”

Rena Rouge made a disapproving noise. “Poor, poor Chat. Your mind is closed to the possibilities.”

Snake Noir raised an eyebrow at her. “That so?”

“Yes. What you don’t realize is that I don’t need to be in two places at once. I just need to look like I am.” She grinned and pulled out her flute, giving it a twirl.

Snake Noir frowned. “I don’t know… Ladybug doesn’t like us abusing our powers like that.”

“It's not like we have a timer to worry about.” Rena rolled her eyes. “Besides this helps throw people off my scent. Otherwise, having no foxy hero pics taken by me on the blog looks supes suspicious.”

“Hm… alright, I guess,” Snake Noir conceded and stood up. “Where do you want to have this spontaneous photo op take place?”

“That’s the tricky question.” Rena Rouge hummed in thought and tapped at her chin. “Somewhere that looks like I could have been just passing through, with enough light for the photo, and empty enough that there won’t be anyone around to poke holes in my story.”

It would take ten minutes of combing through the city before she found her perfect spot, but Snake Noir didn’t mind. Years of modeling had given him a good eye for ideal photoshoot locations and eventually it was him that found the ideal place for their little deception.

Rena pulled her phone out from one of her suit’s magic pockets and set it up against a wall. The soft notes of her flute hung in the air before feeling almost like they condensed and pulled together until they formed a perfect likeness of her civilian identity. Specifically, an Alya that was all dressed up for a jog. Maybe a little too much, but no doubt she was trying to sell the story as best she could.

The illusionary Ladyblogger went from having a blank expression and standing passively to excitement lighting up her eyes, a wide grin splitting her face. She became slightly crouched as if she was caught in the middle of an excited bouncing in place.

“Okay big cat,” Rena the real said, “put those modeling instincts to good use and give me something that’ll make the Ladyblog sizzle.”

“Sizzle, huh?” Snake Noir let himself smile just enough that he knew the small fangs granted to him by his transformation would peek through. He gave the camera a hungry look, the one that his photographers had been asking for more and more these days.

Once the phone had taken a few pictures, Rena lunged forward and eagerly looked through them. The fake Alya turned to smoke and vanished. Her eyebrows rose high up her forehead.

“Oh wow. That’s gonna get the comments section talking, big cat.” She looked up at him and grinned knowingly. “I’m starting to get why M has been such a big fan of your more recent photoshoots.”

His cheeks turned red. “I’m sure she just appreciates them for the fashion.”

“Yeah, sure, if you say so. Not a whole lot of, ah, fashion on display when it comes to your underwear line though.” Her grin turned downright lecherous. “A lot of something else though.”

Snake Noir made a strangled sort of sound as his mind baked from the heat of his blush. Ladybug had photos of that shoot up in her room?

“Come on,” Rena said with a chuckle. “Let’s get back to patrol.”

A few minutes later and they were up somewhere high again, about as secluded as they were before. Really, at this point, they couldn’t even call them patrols. Even when he was with Ladybug (his heart did a backflip as he remembered her and the recent revelation), patrols tended to be just wandering the city or talking the night away.

“Looks like you need to get your mind off things.” Rena Rouge crossed her arms, a teasing look in her eyes. “At least until you get home.” She rested her chin on he palm and stared down at him.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Snake Noir muttered. A little more loudly, he asked, “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, that brush with the Ladyblogger got me thinking - how would you use your powers in day to day life? Assuming you could manage it discreetly?”

“Uh… hm…” Snake Noir rubbed the back of his neck as he thought about it. Destruction was a bit dangerous to use in his day to day life.

“Let me give you some more examples while you run that through your head.” She held up her hand a raised a finger with each point. “Photo ops, like you saw. Recreating stuff. Enhanced stories and hot gossip. Party favors.”

“Well, I’m not sure how much I could use cataclysm for normal stuff, but I bet I could get a lot of mileage out of Second Chance.”

“Ooo, lots of opportunities there. Although it only goes back, what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah. But! There is plenty of stuff that would be under five minutes that I could use it for. Especially if it is just casual use.”

“Go on,” Rena said as he paused.

“Well… cooking for starters.”

“I thought you said it only lasts five minutes?”

“Which is about how long it takes for me to mess up a given recipe.”

Rena laughed in surprise and shook her head. “You two are a perfect match, I swear.”

He cleared his throat nervously. “A-anyway. I’d also practice jokes - see which ones land, which ones don’t.”

“Make yourself seem funnier than you are, hm?”

“I’m already funny, but there is always room for improvement.”

“Fair enough.” Rena had a thoughtful expression on her face as she tapped her chin. “You know, there is one more thing you could practice now that I’m thinking about it.”

“And what’s that?”

“How exactly you’re going to ask Ladybug out on a date.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #Alya Cesaire #Snake Noir #Rena Rouge #ml fanfiction #AdrienAugust #my writing #Clever Like a Fox

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #648: Going Out (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

11:33 a.m. at the Smash Mansion......

Dark Pit: (Makes his Way to the Door and Opens it) I'm heading out!

Pit: Wait. You are? We're about to play Mario Party in a few minutes.

Ren: Yeah. You love those.....that and causing Ryuji misery along the way.

Ryuji: (Glares at his Bro) Dude!

Ren: (Shrugged) Hey. It's the truth.

Ryuji: Yeah. But.....still!

Dark Pit: Trust me, as much as I would love to mess with Skull Boy and countless his losing streak....

Ryuji: (Rolled his Eyes in Annoyance) Glad to see you're still liking my suffering in the brand new year, DP......

Dark Pit: You bet your ass I do. But alas, I have to go somewhere. It won't take too long though.

Makoto: Alright. But be sure not go out for too long, okay? We have a long day ahead of us.

Dark Pit: Roger that, sis. (Walks Out the Door) Later.

'Door Closes'

Pit: Huh. I wonder where Pitto is going to in this early time.....

Futuba: (Shrugged) Probably going out for a walk or something.

Pit: Maybe......

11:54 a.m. Outside of the Big Bang Burger Building......

Dark Pit: (Standing Beside the Building While Checking the Time on his Phone) Where the hell are they? We agreed meet here around 11 and everything.....('Sigh') I guess maybe they really are busy after al-

????: PITTO-KINS!!!~

Before Dark Pit could react to anything, he immediately gets hug tackled by a energetic girl with a peach colored ponytail.

????: (Smiles Brightly While Hugging Dark Pit) It's sooooo great to see you again!~ Happy New Year's!~

Dark Pit: (Blushes While Sighing and Gently Pats on the Girl's Head) It's....good to see you too, Kyoko....

?????: D'awww~ Did our angel boi actually waited for us?~

Dark Pit: (Sees a Another Girl With Black Hair Making her Way to Him and Kyoko While Smirking) ('Tch') The hell do you think, Misako? You did told us to meet up here. And yet you're twenty minutes late.

Misako: Yeah, sorry about that. We were finishing our make-up. And by "we", I mean little miss pretty girl over there.

Kyoko: (Pouts at Misako) Hey! There is nothing wrong with getting yourself ready for a date. Speaking of which....(Turns to Dark Pit) How do I look, Pitto-Kins? Do I look okay?

Dark Pit: You look great, Kyoko. Don't worry about it.

Kyoko: (Blushes While Smiling Brightly) Awww~ Thank you!~ You really are a sweetheart~ (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Cheek)

Misako: (Starts Smirking at her Boyfriend Again) Well, he did waited twenty minutes for us to get here. (Playfully Pulls on Dark Pit's Other Cheek) Goes to show that this Dark Angel here has a big heart after all~

Dark Pit: (Blushes Even More While Groaning ('Ugh') Whatever! Can we just go in and eat already?!

Misako: Lead the way, babe~

Inside the Big Bang Burger Building.....

Pit: (Sitting on his Side of the Table) So.... how's school going for you girls? Get into anymore fights lately?

Misako: (Raised an Eyebrow While Sitting on the Other Side of the Table with Kyoko) Bold of you ask of us that on our date, angel boi.

Dark Pit: Hey, you're the ones who got yourselves into them on a daily basis.

Kyoko: That is true.

Misako: (Glares at Kyoko) Seriously?

Kyoko: (Pouts at her Best Friend) Oh don't be like that, Misako! Name one time we HAVEN'T gotten ourselves in a fight.

Misako: I.....(Was About to Come Up With an Answer, But Ultimately Gives in When She Couldn't Think of Anything) ('Sighs in Defeat') Fair point. (Turns Back to Dark Pit) But even still, you don't need worry about something like that, DAD. We can take care of ourselves just fine in any fist fights, thank you very much.

Dark Pit: I know. You two kick a lot more asses than I can count. It's kinda impressive if you ask me.

Misako: (Smirks at Dark Pit Once) Admiring us already, babe?~ That's a shock~

Dark Pit: (Glares at Misako in a Bit of an Annoyed Manner) You just love to mess with me, don't you?

Misako: (Shrugged) Hey. It's not my fault you're too easy to tease~

Dark Pit: (Rolled his Eyes) Anyways, I was thinking.....You guys are interested in participate the Smash Tournament with me someday? I can try and talk Mario into letting you two join.

Misako: (Seems Unsure) Ehh.... I think we're gonna take a hard pass on that one.

Kyoko: (Frowns a Little) Yeah.....Most of the fighters there are wayyyy tougher than the any guys and gals we've faced so far. We wouldn't even stand a chance.

Dark Pit: I dunno. I think you girls might have a chance if winning a fight or two. You both are pretty strong after all.

Misako: You think so?

Dark Pit: Yeah. I mean, you were able to send a Yakuza's daughter flying from a literal building before. If you can do that, then I don't see you having any problems facing against anyone in Smash. Not even aganist me.

Misako: (Smiles a Little) You really have that much faith in us, huh?

Dark Pit: Of course I do. You two are my girlfriends. It's only natural for me to give you all the support that you need. (Starts Blushing a Little) Cause I love you guys like that, you know....

Kyoko: (Heart Begins to Melt in Happiness) Pitto-Kins.

Dark Pit: Yeah.

Kyoko: Can I hug you? Like, right now please?~

Dark Pit: Can't we just wait until we-

Kyoko: (Immediately Gives Dark Pit the Sad Puppy Dog Eggs While Wobbling her Lips Up and Down)

Dark Pit: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fiiiiine. Come here.

Kyoko: Eeee!~ (Excitedly Got Up From her side of the Table, Sit Next to her Boyfriend and Hugs Him Lovingly) Thank you for being a supportive boyfriend for us~ We really appreciate it a lot~ (Gives Dark Pit a Another Kiss on the Cheek) ('Mwaaah')

Dark Pit: (Blush Turns Bright Red) H-H-Hey! What with the kiss!?

Kyoko: (Giggles Softly) Sorry~ Your cheeks are practically kissable at this point. Plus, you never said that I can only hug, sooooooo.......

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') Shit. You're right.

Kyoko: Yep! Misako, you wanna join us?

Misako: (Shrugged) Eh. What the hell? (Got up from her Seat and Make her Way to her Girlfriend and Boyfriend) It has been a while since I made our dark angel boi's heart skip a beat.

Dark Pit: Do you have to kiss me right now?

Misako: (Place Two of her Hands on Dark Pit's Cheeks and Give him a Seductive Smirk) Yep. Now plucker up those lips~ (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Lips) ('Mmwaaah')

Few Minutes Later in the Streets of Smash Town.....

Kyoko: (Sighs Relaxingly While Walking Next to her Girlfriend and Boyfriend) That was a good lunch date~

Dark Pit: Yeah. Not gonna lie, I actually had a great time today.

Misako: Same. (Smirks at Dark Pit) I especially had fun messing with you earlier~

Dark Pit: (Looks Away From Misako While Crossing his Arms) ('Tch') A kiss is a kiss. It wasn't that big of a deal....

Misako: Oh really? Then why were you lighting up like a Christmas tree when we walked out together?~

Dark Pit: (Starts Blushing Yet Again) N-No reason.....

Misako: (Chuckles Lightly) You're adorable, you know that?~

Dark Pit: Kyoko is the adorable one in this relationship. Not me!

Misako: Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, cutie.

Dark Pit: (Glares at Misako) What was that?

Kyoko: Now, now, children, there's no need for any of us to fight. We can a be cute together~

Misako: Yeah. No.

Dark Pit: Not happening, Kyoko.

Kyoko: (Turns Away from The Duo in a Pouty like Fashion) ('Hmph') Cowards.

Dark Pit: ('Sigh') As much as I would love see your cute, pouty face some more, I gotta get back to the mansion before my dork of a brother and the rest of the gang gets worried. Hope you understand.

Misako: Eh. Don't worry about it. (Smiles Softly) Being able to spent time with you at all today is good enough for me.

Kyoko: (Smiles Brightly) Me too!~ Thank you so much for letting us take you to lunch.

Dark Pit: I should be thanking you for having me. (Gives Both Misako and Kyoko Each a Kiss on Their Cheeks) Be safe out there. And try staying out of trouble for once, alright?

Misako: (Playfully Rolled her Eyes) Okay, dad, we'll try. You better text us back once you get home.

Dark Pit: Relax. I will.

Misako: I'll hold you to it. (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on one Cheek)

Kyoko: (Gives Dark Pit a Kiss on the Other Cheek) We love you~

Dark Pit: Love you guys, too. Take care. Alright?

Misako: (Smiles Softly) Will do, chief. (Walks Away) Later.

Kyoko: (Walks Away with Misako While Happily Waving Goodbye to their Boyfriend) Have a nice rest of the day, Pitto-Kins!~

Dark Pit: (Waves Back at his Girlfriends Before Slowly Smiling Softly Once He Sees Them Walking Away in a Far Distance) (Huh. Funny. Who would've thought having two girlfriends would be pretty nice?)

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#super smash ultimate #river city girls #dark pit #misako #kyoko #pit #ren amimaya #ryuji sakamoto #makoto nijima #futuba sakura #lots and lots of fluff here #cute romance #dark pit x misako x kyoko #you guys remember river city girls right?

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snapeaddict · 4 years

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-They definitely celebrate Severus birthday. They have tea together and just enjoy the evening and Albus and Minerva leave presents via the house wlves on his bed bc he gets too awkward when receiving them personally -Minerva and Severus know about all the rumors and the gossip and they discuss it on a daily basis -also they talk about student relationships and have bets on who will break up or who will come together etc

“Stop being so emotional. It is not as if I was going to die soon”, Severus said, annoyed, glancing at the headmaster.

Albus took a sip of his fine wine. “Ah, I know, dear boy. But thirty years old! Surely it’s an important birthday.”

Severus shrugged.

“I suppose. I feel old already.”

Minerva chuckled. “Then imagine how Albus and I feel. The man is a centenarian!”

“You know Albus is not a normal human being.”

“Well”, the older man replied, “I must say I do believe I am in better health than you are. Eating and sleeping properly can help you get much older, you know.”

Severus was indeed playing with his piece of cake.

“All I know is you are going to watch me age rapidly from now on, as Harry Potter is arriving next year.”

Minerva rolled her eyes. “And we are all going to do just fine, Severus. Now. We did not light any candles, we did not sing, we will give you your presents after we leave, but at least let us tell a few words.”

Severus sighed, “Is that necessary?”

“Completely, dear boy, or this would not be your birthday.” Albus said, his eyes twinkling.

“Don't worry, Severus, it will be short.” Minerva told him. “I just wanted to tell you I am... surprisingly fond of you as a colleague and friend - yes, I am, even if you are a stubborn man - And I think you are actually good at the job even if I do not always agree with your methods.”

Severus snorted. “How touching. I’ll remember this next time you’ll start shouting at me for drinking the last cup of coffee”, he added, smirking.

Minerva cast him a provoking look. “Coffee is too vital to be shared in the morning, even with friends.”

“You should try lemon drops. I find them surprisingly revitalizing”, Albus remarked.

“I think I understand why you seem to always have so much energy, headmaster. Fast-burning sugars must be your secret. What I don’t understand,” The Potions Master added, “is how you are not diabetic already.” His smirk was even wider. He took a mouthful of his cake, touched by the fact Albus had remembered which one his favourite was when he had only mentioned it once.

“Ah, Severus. What would we do without you sarcasm and questionable sense of humour?” Albus asked, smiling at him behind his glasses.

“With all due respect, headmaster, I do think you are the person with the most questionable sense of humour in this castle.”

“I concur,” Minerva muttered. Severus and her shared a significative look.

“Well my boy, I will be serious for a few moments, then”, the headmaster told him, shifting position so he was watching his young charge straight in the eyes. Severus wondered if he would blush under the intensity of his gaze. “I am very glad you are my friend, my boy, and I honestly do not know what I would do without you. I hope by now you know you are an estimated member of the staff and we all trust you completely, and I’m so proud of you about your latest research being published. I know it’s not the first time, but - you deserve it.”

Severus looked away. After all, he would never tell them how much their words meant to him. Why couldn’t they just send a birthday card? Wouldn’t it be easier?

But he knew, deep down, that he was happy they were here. He remembered his first birthdays at Hogwarts, alone, watching the snow fall, or forgetting about them completely; and when he had turned 24, the carefully wrapped gift Minerva had left at his door. Albus had always given him books or socks until they had gotten closer and known each other better.

“Thank you”, he told them awkwardly, waving his wand to wash their plates and getting up. “More wine?”

Around one in the morning, the two Gryffindors left Severus’ quarters, leaving their presents by the door as they were used to do.

Severus carefully unwrapped Albus’, discovering a single piece of parchment. It was a letter from a famous editor in Edinburgh asking the Headmaster if he could meet Severus at Hogwarts in March, as he wanted to gather his research in a single book and discuss the potion curriculum with the both of them, to learn how teaching influenced innovation in the potions field.

Perhaps he was smiling. He did not really know, he thought, putting down Minerva’s beautiful green scarf and bottle of Ogden’s on his desk.

He could not take his eyes off the parchment, though.

#Finished your asks :(#Loved them #They're so cute #I crave for this friendship #I know it's June and not his birthday but hey #Severus snape #severus snape headcanons #severus snape headcanon #severus snape has snazzy socks #Headcanon #Severus Snape birthday #Snapedom #Pro Snape #pro snape

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.80

Keith was not having a good day. Kosmo had eaten is phone charger. He’d left his personal phone in his jeans and now it was flat. His precious son wagging his tail happily as Keith scolded him. Shiro was in a fantastic mood as he blackened pancakes for breakfast. Keith unable to find anything good to say about the burnt offering placed down before him... before he’d had his second cup of coffee at that. No phone charger meant he couldn’t talk to Lance. They’d made up... but Lance hadn’t come home with him the night before, and Keith hadn’t wanted to call and admit he missed his presence.

After breakfast was over, he was then forced to go jogging with Shiro... along Shiro’s predetermined 3km track. It felt more like torture until the endorphins kicked in. Keith hated admitting he wasn’t as in shape as he usually was. And he hated admitting that he’d popped a boner in the bathroom thinking about Lance bent over the counter. So his mood could have been better... and maybe he was counting down until he could stop by Lance’s room. As far as he knew Coran didn’t have plans for them outside of a little bit of snooping around the club district. Personally Keith would have liked to spend more time narrowing down where Lotor lived in case he had to kill him... or kill his super annoying generals that insisted on teasing him and Shiro for wearing their stupid Blade uniforms to all the meetings. Keith didn’t see the point when they knew what his and Shiro’s faces looked like. Lotor was dancing around the issue. The Blades, oh so kindly, allowed them in as they discussed Antok’s previous mission, as if that gave them any kind of closure, while making it clear that they wanted to conduct their work without Shiro and Keith.

Coming out his room after dying off and forcing himself to get dress, Shiro was hanging up his phone. He was happy that Curtis and Shiro were finally dating, but he didn’t want to hear about it

“That was Coran. The Blades are meeting with Lotor and his generals, and they want us there”

Keith raised an eyebrow

“You mean Lotor wants us there to laugh at”

“I know it’s not great. But if Lotor wants us in on the case...”

“The Blades won’t go for that”

“They won’t have much choice if the expect Lotor to cooperate”

“Lotor only looks out for Lotor. What are they going to do? Straight up ask him where Honerva’s base of operations is? Arrest him? Yeah... We both know how that will go”

They had no way to tell how long Lotor’s generals had been vampires but each of them wouldn’t hold back. A meeting between five vampires with strong egos, and four werewolves with strong egos kind of spelled trouble

“That’s why we’re meeting to talk. I’m going to freshen up. Why don’t you take Kosmo downstairs to do his business?”

“Yeah. Whatever”

Half an hour later they were walking into the bookshop. Krolia and Kolivan were waiting near the elevator. Keith still didn’t have anything to say to his mother. Lance had been shot and he wasn’t that quick to forgive. Stepping into the elevator, Keith’s stomach was rolling. Not from being Lactose intolerant but from nerves. His mother hadn’t said anything, and Kolivan never said anything without prompting. Shiro looked as uncomfortable as Keith felt. When the doors opened without Coran standing there to greet them, it felt even more awkward. Now Keith knew Coran had an alarm in his office, he liked to think the fae made tiny personal bets over how fast he could get to the doors and appear not to have rushed there. He also wondered if Coran rewarded himself whenever he set a personal best.

Following Krolia and Kolivan, things remained awkward, yet he felt even more awkward when they opened the door to the conference room and found they were the last two to arrive. Seated on one side of the table were the Blades, Lotor and his generals on the other. Narti had a blade in her hand, while Ezor was leaning back as far as her chair allowed. Keith smell all the weird scents Lance picked up, but he could smell the tension in the air. Lotor looked unamused, maybe even ruffled, dressed in a deep purple suit this time with some gaudy yellow flower pinned to his lapel. Keith was kind of growing used to the ridiculous suit. The vampire fae seemed to own one in just about every shade of purple.

Sitting in the chair second closest to the door, not even Allura’s welcoming smile helped ease his nerves. Coran wasn’t smiling. There was no tea. And now awkward or inappropriate greetings. It’d already been a long morning. Now it was going to feel like a lifetime stuck in this stupid briefing. Seeing Lance kind of knew almost everything going on, he wished his boyfriend was there to offer his ideas and help keep the peace. Once Coran had everyone’s attention, the man cleared his throat before greeting them

“Uh... Thank you all for being here so early in the morning. A special thanks to our visitor Lotor and his esteemed generals”

Uh-oh. If Coran was pulling out the compliments so early that had to mean they were finally going to discuss Honerva today. He first had to bolster Lotor’s ego. Make it seem like they respected whatever bullshit he had to say. He’d seen signs where Lance’s ego seemed to be boosted by small gestures that Keith hadn’t thought twice about. Lance kept a firm lid on his ego the very best he could. But sometimes Lance’s whole body language would shift with something as simple as smile directed towards his boyfriend. Coran stroking Lotor’s ego only served to make Lotor seem more smarmy as his fake arse smile grew

“Thank you for having us. It’s not normal for the Blades of Marmora to reach out to us. I hope this meeting won’t be in vain for both our sakes”

Coran nodded at Lotor’s words

“Yes. I believe this meeting could be most beneficial in securing peace is maintained within Platt. That being said, I shall now hand this meeting over to Kolivan”

Well... fuck... here came a long arse lecture. Because if there was one time they’d never shut Kolivan up, it was during a mission briefing. Rising from his seat, Kolivan wore a neutral expression. Keith finding himself instinctively sliding down in his seat. He’d been in the shit enough to know when Kolivan got all neutral, he was hardly as neutral inside

“Let’s be direct. We know Honerva has started distributing a new fae based powder to the vampires of Platt...”

Whelp. There it was

“... We believe her distribution is in direct relation to how peaceful Platt has been in comparison to some European cities. Most human’s who live here have no idea they walk beside supernatural beings on a daily basis. This long kept peace makes an excellent testing grounds. As outsiders we will be conducting the investigation without personal bias. Now. We know for a fact that Honerva has dispatched one of Zarkon’s top commanders under the guise of requesting Lotor return to the family fold. We have several leads we are currently pursuing, yet our top priority at this point in time is to question Sendak without rousing suspicion...”

Lotor raised his hand in the universal “stop sign”. Keith holding his breath. No one stopped Kolivan like that

“I regret to inform you, I wish to have nothing to do with my family’s affairs. I came here to reunite with Allura and find a safe place for me and my generals”

Allura blushed. She was as bad as Lance

Kolivan tried to counter

“Honerva...”

Lotor briskly butting in

“Has nothing to do with me. My mother’s actions are not my sin to carry. I can facilitate a meeting with Sendak, but that would be acting against the best interests of my generals”

James scoffed

“This why you can’t trust vampires. All he cares about is himself”

Keith and Coran could both see the trouble that James comment could bring

“I do believe we may need to take a moment to recompose ourselves. Lotor, you speak of finding a safe place. I have looked after this is city for so long it feels a lifetime. This new substance threatens that peace. Insanity. Growth in powers. We both know what that means in the hands of the wrong people. Platt barely holds its peace at the best of times, but we’ve managed so long because power struggles were kept in the dark. I’m appealing to you to help stop my city being bathed in blood”

Lotor sighed deeply as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair

“I hardly know where to begin here. Honerva’s business is her own. I left my family’s estate to distance myself from her. That you would allude I am working for her is extremely disappointing. I have met with two of your field agents multiple times, yet yielded little in the way of results. My condition for our cooperation is that they both must be involved in the investigation, and we request an audience with your pet vampire you keep here at VOLTRON”

Keith blinked as he jerked his head back. Lotor meeting Lance... didn’t sound like a good idea. Not when Lotor was a vampire with a huge arse ego and Lance was the sweetest person he’d ever met. He very nearly outed their relationship, as his shock turned to anger. Lance wasn’t anybody’s pet. Lotor continued airily

“Before you deny his existence, I can scent him on the air. A most intriguing scent at that, though beyond that, he is a vampire who has allied himself with these humans and their wolves. I want to see him. I want to see his ego. If he is strong enough to not care for ego, or if he has so little ego he is of no importance”

Keith just about saw red. Lance and his ego was none of Lotor’s business. Lotor could make things extremely difficult seeing he knew the Blades were behind the spate of murders across town. But Lance wasn’t a pawn. He was his boyfriend. Nothing like Lotor and Lotor provoking Lance would only upset him, if not send him into heat, which was definitely not happening. Lance had felt as if he’d cheated on Keith by being sent into an unexpected heat. He might not want Lotor, but Lance’s scent was impossible to ignore.

Coran paled, replying

“We have no pet vampires. Here we have friends. I will speak with him”

Coran was a dirty rotten traitor. How could he entertain letting Lance in front of Lotor in his human form?!? Keith wanted to get up and storm out. He’d never live it down if he did, even if he felt like he was betraying Lance by not arguing against the meeting

“Perhaps we can make plans to approach Sendak, so as to not waste any more of your time”

Kolivan tried to be diplomatic. Lotor raising an eyebrow

“You’ve come to me requesting my help, yet you don’t want to grant this one thing I ask of you. I have no business with the Blades. I feel one meeting hardly risks a thing a this stage, unless you are insinuating that you believe me to be untrustworthy, and are planning to secure my cooperation through apprehension. I should warn you such attempts will be met with the appropriate amount of resistance. Until this meeting happens, we will offer no assistance to the Blades and their pack of... wolves”

Then Lotor could fuck off. They’d figure it out on their own. Wait... Lotor just put them back on the investigation. Fuck. He’d been mad to be taken off, but being put on felt like being thrown a bone in pity, or a bone of manipulation. Lotor could smell Lance, and out of everyone, he’d be the one to most smell like his boyfriend... Lotor had given them fuck all in their meetings and time spent together. No leads. No contacts. No info on these murders... A shudder running down Keith’s spine at the memory of being dressed as pet. Pet life didn’t mean shit. Now people were going to die thanks to Honerva using Platt as a testing ground, and Lotor didn’t care because it did nothing to his status as the “European Prince”. What a load of shit. Lotor only needs glance in the doors direction for his generals to be standing. Rising like a king out of his throne, Keith had the feeling Lotor was “blasting” the Blades with his ego

“We shall see ourselves out”

Keith waited long enough for Coran to hurry after Lotor and his gang before letting out a groan as he leaned forwards with his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Kolivan was still standing. Probably thinking of how they were going to get Lance into a room with Lotor

“Fucking vampires. That’s why you can’t trust any of them”

Keith had had enough of James

“James. How about you shut the fuck up?”

“That’s rich coming from you. You did fuck all, Kogane”

“I kept my mouth shut, which is more than we can say about you”

“Trust the little vampire’s pet to be on their side”

Allura placed her hand on Keith’s shoulder in support, or maybe to calm him before he completely lost his temper at James

“Now. That is enough. I will speak with Lotor. Perhaps I can appeal to his better nature to be more cooperative”

He’d only be more cooperative if he thought he was getting a date with Allura out of it. Lance obviously hadn’t spoken to Allura, or Allura might not have been offering herself up like this

“Number two, we should pay a visit to see Lance”

“Lance isn’t a hunter”

“No, but right now he may be what we need. I’m afraid I was a little brisk with him earlier. He may have gone to Platt to visit”

Good. The further away from Lotor the goddamn better as far as Keith was concerned... but what was this about Coran being un-Coran like to Lance?

“I’ll talk to Lance. I’m firmly against them meeting, for the record. You know Lance is going through enough as it is”

“That he is. Very well. We’ll head down now and see if he’s in. Kolivan, I suggest you draft a plan on the off chance Lance won’t meet with Lotor. I refuse to force him if he says no”

Lance wouldn’t say no. His idiot crumpet would help. He’d help with a damn smile on his face as he did. Kolivan didn’t know Lance. Keith wanting to punch him as he took back control of the briefing, using his “boss voice”

“That’s unacceptable. Our goal is to find the distribution centre. Lotor surely has the information we need. Lance will be meeting with him. Shirogane, Kogane, you will not be permitted in briefings until this matter is sorted”

Keith nearly scoffed. Kolivan reminding him how spoiled he was now to be working for Coran. Coran seeing them as people rather than walking weapons. It was hard to say if keeping his tongue made him strong, or too much of a coward to go against his bosses. Lance would have been proud. He hadn’t punched anything... or anyone. Nor had he stormed out. Kolivan seemed to think them both a liability now, though putting Shiro on the other with him definitely felt like some kind of dig at his brother’s skills.

“Hear that, vampire lover. You’re not wanted here”

“And you’re an obnoxious puppy, yapping his head off because his masters won’t let him play with the vampire. We should do the world a favour and take you to get neutered before you breed on your stupid”

That was what Keith wanted to say. Threats of neutering worked well against Matt, at least they did when Lance said it. He didn’t want to disgrace himself further by picking a fight with James. Krolia was probably already disappointed by him just being there. He liked his job far better when he didn’t have the added pressure of his mother’s constant disappointment in him. Figuring the meeting was done, Keith pushed his chair back. He didn’t have time for people who didn’t have time for him.

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Nightwing: Alter Egos

A/N: I would like to apologise for my absence and lack of content, but new year so I’ll try harder. But there’s still CHRISTMAS and Halloween stories I want to post... Better late than never? If you want them that is.

(In this Nightwing and (Y/n) don’t know about one another’s vigilante life. Yet.)

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Usually, none of the team got a large amount of personal time with villains constantly threatening to end the world on a daily basis, but during rare periods of relaxation you spent the majority of your time with Dick Grayson - who happened to be one of your closest friends.

Obviously you couldn't tell him about being (s/h/n) because of the unspoken 'secret identity' rule despite how much you wanted to, however this arrangement did have it's advantages such as being able to keep your personal and hero lives separate.

"Hey (y/n)?" Rang through your mind and you noticed a hand waving in front of your face bringing you back to reality.

You were out shopping with Dick for your friends' Christmas presents, specifically for Wally who remained a mutual friend.

"You just completely zoned out on me." Dick laughed, seeing your confused expression.

"Did I? Sorry, I was thinking." You apologised, pushing his hand away with a smile.

"I guessed - are you gonna tell me what about, a big time crush maybe or some deep dark secret?" Grayson continued, tone filled with fake wonderment.

"Maybe, you tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Was your upbeat response, implying that you were playing around.

"Deal - I'm Nightwing." Dick happily grinned, though his careless nature lead you to doubt him.

"Oh really?"

"No of course not (y/n), there's no way I'd have the time and I like my beauty sleep." Your friend assured you, maybe part of you was hoping he wasn't joking.

"That's a shame." You responded, tone still carrying some happiness as you continued looking through the stores' merchandise.

"How so?" Curiousity had got the better of Dick and he wanted to know what you had to say about him - uh Nightwing.

"Okay, well Nightwing is pretty cool, he has that cocky attitude that's quite attractive sometimes, being a vigilante is always a bonus and he must be good looking - from what I can tell. And his body! It's so amazing, he is just - umm I think I'm going too far?" You dragged yourself out of your lecture on Nightwing's alluring attributes once glancing over to Dick who seemed bemused with a raised brow.

"Oh no, please continue." Dick commented, undeniably enthralled and flattered but he couldn't understand the sinking feeling in stomach, you were saying these things about him yet to you, Nightwing was a completely different person.

"He's my favourite hero - that's all, possibly a tiny crush but it's unrealistic and I haven't even met the guy so I'm not going to fall head over heels in love with him. So don't look at me like that." You justified, true you weren't in love with the hero and you assumed your need to prove that to Dick Grayson was probably because you secretly liked him. Ah so many secrets.

"I get it (y/n), I personally think (s/h/n) is quite hot and a beautiful fighter." Dick responded wistfully, you couldn't help but blush even it was your alter ego he was talking about. It was times such as these you wished to tell him.

"Like you say, I haven't met her so she could be crazy for all I know. How about this for Wally?" Dick questioned, holding up a Flash Sweatshirt.

"No, he already has one." You reminisced, though you didn't forget his previous comment whilst he gazed at you skeptically leading you to defend your answer.

"Trust me he does, I bet we can find something else - if not you can just buy him food. And you're right, Nightwing could be a fuckboy." You stated nonchalantly, Dick however had to do a double take before following you out of the store desperately reminding you of your previous compliments of the hero much to your amusement.

~Time Skip~

The small Christmas gathering held at the Cave was quite exciting, though it was last minute so most were still dressed in their uniforms. Wally and Artemis even made an appearance which was unexpected but you were thankful, it had been a while since they'd left the team and admittedly it was quiet without them - even with the new recruits.

Wally knew about both yours and Nightwing's secret identities - being friends with both of you outside of heroing, but only found out who you were by accident. Honestly, he couldn't understand why Dick and yourself hadn't told each other but he'd promised to keep your secrets anyway because it wasn't his place to reveal such things - there were alternate ways to do so.

"You can see why someone would call you a fuckboy though right? The charm, the flirting, dating quite a few girls..." You half heartedly continued, responding to Nightwing's rambling of how his 'friend' outright insulted him.

"Yeah but (s/h/n) I really like this one. A lot, to the point where I don't even understand it. They're just everything I could ever want, I love everything that they do. I don't particularly want them to see me like that." Realisation hit the young hero, you on the other hand were watching on in disbelief but also with a look of sympathy.

You and Nightwing were close, so you got to know him well and you'd often talk to each other but this was new. Nightwing seemed lost in this person unlike any others you'd seen him with, even more so than with Zatana.

You smirked, ignoring the sudden breeze beside you and enlightened Nightwing with your wonderful advice.

"Wow aren't you love struck? It's horrible, I never thought I'd see the day, you should tell 'em what you just told me -"

"Sorry to interrupt guys but..." Wally intervened, pointing upwards towards the mistletoe dangling above your heads. Darn it.

"No no no. See, I've been avoiding that all evening, there wasn't any there earlier so how -" You argued before your eyes fell onto a smug Wally, too bad Kid Flash didn't forget how to use his super speed.

"One kiss?" Ex-boy wonder urged, since he knew neither of you would escape Wally's 'plan'.

Evidently, it was going to happen and kissing your superhero crush was a dream come true you supposed, so you went along with it. You placed one hand on his cheek/jaw and guided him to your lips and his held your waist loosely. Neither of you increased the intimacy, it only lasted 3 seconds maximum once you pulled away.

Wally held an expression of disappointment as that was not his desired outcome, the kiss you had just shared with his best friend was supposed to mean something. It was meant to be intimate and loving, you were supposed to tell/realise your feelings for each other - but nooo you're both just continuing your conversation like it never happened once you'd removed yourselves from the mistletoe. Wally threw his head back and sighed in frustration, he returned to Artemis who smirked at her boyfriend's antics.

"Nice try babe."

"Why did you pull away so fast?" Nightwing asked once you'd escaped the evil foliage.

"Same reason as you - I like someone else." You answered honestly, if Nightwing is willing to come to you with his relationship problems then you can get advice from him.

"Elaborate."

"I made the stupid - and clićhe - mistake of falling in love with my best friend." You proclaimed simply, rolling your eyes at your own idiocy.

"Hm, lucky guy." Nightwing's voice rang with cheerfulness once again.

"You would think, but I'm pretty sure my alter ego is friend zoned." Your tone upbeat and sarcastic causing you both to laugh.

~Time Skip~

You knocked on the door to the Manor, Bruce was invited to a gala for the New Year's celebration but the others decided to stay at the Manor which is where you were heading after Dick had asked if you were free.

It was late and New Years was approaching, wonderful at least at a party you may have the opportunity to kiss someone for good luck but you didn't mind missing out for your friends. Luck be damned.

"Miss (Y/n) I believe you left your scarf here from your previous visit, it is in Master Dick's room if you wish to collect it." Alfred greeted as you walked into the warmth the Manor provided.

"Sure, thanks Alfred." You nodded, going through to find Dick to ask for permission to enter his bedroom.

"Hey, can I grab my scarf from your room?" You called, politeness evident though you had given up your search since the Manor was huge.

"Sure (y/n)!" Dick responded from wherever he was, he understood and wouldn’t have minded if you didn’t ask but still.

Upon hearing his approval you made your way up the stairs and followed the route you knew by heart, calmly you opened his door and went to find your scarf. That's when you saw it, a Nightwing uniform strew across the bedroom floor, a string of curse words left your mouth after you got over your initial shock. Either Dick was Nightwing or an avid cosplayer, and if it was the latter why hadn’t he invited you?!

Cautiously, you began to piece together various situations in your head - as far as you knew no one else had insulted Nightwing via calling him a 'fuckboy' and did you really tell your best friend that you thought he had an amazing body that one time? Yes. Yes you did.

Taking a deep breath, you raced down stairs of the Manor focused on finding your friend despite the recent discoveries that were nagging at the back of your mind. Now most things made sense, if Dick was Nightwing then you were hoping that the 'friend' he was talking about was you - since you were the one who dared rip into his alter ego, though only in a friendly way.

Still you continued your search and luckily ran into him - literally. Arms were around your waist in an instant whilst you were mentally cursing yourself, you'd hoped it'd be smoother than this but you were willing to work with what you had considering the mini countdown ticking down to zero in your head - it was midnight!

"(Y/n) what are y-"

Instantaneously, you cut 'Nightwing' - Dick Grayson off by crashing your lips into his, unlike last time Dick was much more willing to reciprocate for you. Being lip locked with you meant so much to him and personally he wanted to make it last even if it was just for his own pleasure but was determined to make sure it was for yours as well.

Dick had eliminated all distance between you, his body was pressed against yours with his hands roaming your body and his lips moving against yours causing you to release a bearly audible moan. Though Dick heard it, of course he did, that's what he has been trying to earn from you the entire time - it meant he was making you feel good which was all he really wanted.

So when you felt him smile into the kiss after your small lapse of control you weren't surprised, painfully slowly you pulled away to leave a slight space between your lips'.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Dick inquired, his tone almost a soft whisper but carried a hint of disappointment that he'd tried to disguise.

"No, it’s amazing. You're amazing." You assured before he closed the gap again being more slow and gentle this time, deriving further pleasure for the both of you.

"That was nice... And Happy New Year fuckboy."

"Mmm, (y/n) - say what?!" Dick started, almost dreamily until your words had registered.

"I found this little thing - a uniform to be precise - on your floor." You replied, smirking slightly.

"(Y/n) I can explain just- just come with me." Dick pleaded, frustrated with himself for not putting it away in his rush to get ready. Quickly he guided you to the lounge, silently asking you to take a seat before he paced for a short time seemingly distressed. You faced your best friend expectantly, he had an explanation but where to start was a mystery.

"I wanted to tell you - I would have but with Batman and the team and I couldn't. It kept you safer too, (y/n) please I know you must be angry -" Dick began, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly.

"No I'm not angry, I completely understand." You cheerfully replied, your expression showing contentment.

"I'm so sorry (y/n) - what?" Dick looked at you completely puzzled, speechless, dumbfounded - he wasn't expecting this at all.

"That... was uh... easier than I thought?" The male concluded, still spectacle of your behaviour so much so he began to question reality.

"Yup, but just so we're even... Promise you won't freak out?" You requested politely, hoping he would react the way you did.

"I think I can do that." He nodded.

"I'm (s/h/n)." You blurted out, but you didn't get the desired response, instead you received a questioning look that implied he did not believe you.

"Trust me, you kissed me under the mistletoe at Mount Justice, the mission with the Ice villains, oh - when Bart crashed into our timeline. I also remember you talking about how love struck you were because of your friend." The final aspect of your explanation elicited a response from the one opposite you, he was blushing.

"You remembered that." Dick asked though it was more of a statement.

"I did."

"Well uh that friend - it was you (y/n), I don't understand or really know how to explain my feelings. You are everything I could ever want and I love everything you do. Shit (y/n) - I just really want to be good enough for you." Dick repeated the words he'd said to (s/h/n), or you as he'd just recently discovered, with sincerity.

"That's a relief because you're that best friend I told you about - I fell for you too." You replied sheepishly, getting to your feet.

You had no idea how happy that made him, he was in front of you in an instant placing yet another kiss on your lips.

"You give good advice (s/h/n) - and I recall you saying something about Nightwing having an amazing body." Grayson was smirking, cockiness practically radiating off of him knowing he had you cornered.

"You remembered that."

"I did." Grayson sang rather smugly, this beginning a new year with a new adventure.

...

"Oh I need to get my scarf, do you want to come with me?" You suggested, successfully changing the subject.

"Where is it (y/n)?" Dick inquired, more than willing to help you find it despite losing his moment.

"In your bedroom..."

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc #dc imagine

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joontopia · 4 years

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Evolver: [SC] Intro: Ashley

pairing: namjoon x reader, jimin x oc, jin x reader

genre: mafia!au, evolver!au, superpower!au, soulmate!au with angst, smut, & violence

word count: 7.2k

a/n: this is a side chapter of the event where the OC meets her best friend Ashley for the first time. side chapters will be mainly focusing on events that occurred before chapter 1 to help provide backstory to a lot of the characters. some side chapters will also focus on events that occur to side characters during a main chapter. thank you guys for reading and i hope you enjoy!

warnings: nsfw, cursing, soft dom!joon, bratty!reader, mentions of abuse

12 years earlier

“Min Y/N, please report to the principal’s office.”

The entirety of your 7th grade class turned to look at you due to the announcement that came over the intercom. You look behind you, over your left shoulder to your twin brother, Yoongi, who was sitting at a desk behind you. He gives you a shrug and goes back to his course work. You stand up out of your desk, giving your teacher a small smile as you bow before walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind you. You made your way down the hallways of your private school towards the principal’s office, smoothing out any wrinkles that could be present in your school uniform. No one is usually called to the principal’s office unless they are in trouble. Academically or behaviorally. You slowly start to panic. Your mind racing through anything you possibly could have done wrong, worried that your grades may have started slipping.

Ever since Yoongi’s evolver abilities started to grow, your father has been pushing you to catch up to him in skill. Both you and your brother have mental evolver capabilities. The ability to see into other people’s minds.We were only seven when our powers started to manifest. In the first five years that you’ve had this ability, you have only been able to read or hear people’s active thoughts. Yoongi’s ability was twice as advanced as yours. The first development of his powers was the ability to induce nightmares. Something your father had him try on you a few times. Yoongi always felt bad afterwards, sneaking into your room and climbing into your bed to hold you as you cried, unable to fall asleep from the lingering images in your head. He was never able to comfort you immediately after the act, your father saying to him that he should never show weakness. He would always come see you after your father would fall asleep, apologizing to you and begging you not to hate him. You never blamed him though. He was only doing what was told of him.

By the time you were both nine, Yoongi was already developing a new ability. The ability to erase memories. We found out when he got in trouble in school for beating up the school bully, a guy who picked on you on a daily basis and Yoongi finally had enough. We were brought into the principal's office, our father being called in for a meeting, only for the teacher and the principal to have magically forgotten why we were there by the time our father arrived. Your father has been pushing for your development ever since. Only last year have you been able to start locating and reading past memories in people's minds. A skill you have yet to perfect, the images sometimes only appearing as still images or blurs, and the voices incomprehensible. You’ve lost so much sleep and neglected your studies over trying to hone your skills, you were sure your grades have suffered as a result. You were just hoping they hadn’t fallen too far, not wanting to deal with whatever punishment your father would hand you.

You walked up to the door of the principal’s office, silently praying your father wasn’t inside. As you walked in, you were greeted by the school secretary. You bowed to her as you walked past her, walking into a small room where the principal’s desk was located. When you made it to the room, you were relieved to see that the person waiting in the room with Principal Lee was not your father, but a young girl around your age, dressed in the same school uniform as you, her long dark hair hanging loose past her shoulders. Principal Lee looked your way, the dark haired girl turning to follow his gaze, smiling at you. You make eye contact with her, slightly caught off guard by the blue color of her eyes.

“Miss Min, thank you for coming down. This is Miss Yang Ashley. She is a transfer student from China. She will be in your classes for the remainder of the semester. Would you be so kind as to show her around school, help her get acquainted?” Principal Lee gave you a smile. Even though it was posed as a question, you knew you didn’t have a choice in the matter. You didn’t mind though, the girl seemed nice enough just by the way she was smiling at you.

You returned their smiles with one of your own before answering. “Of course, I would love to.”

Ashley’s smile grew bigger and she turned to look back at Principal Lee. He gave her a nod, insinuating that they were done here. Ashley stood up from her chair and followed you out into the hallway.

“So what’s the school like here? Any cute boys?” Ashley asked you the moment you closed the door to the principal’s office. You were a little surprised by the directness in her question, you stumbled slightly over your answer.

“O-oh, um. The school is okay. The teachers are really nice. And I guess there’s cute boys. I, uh… I haven’t really paid attention,” you reply with a blush. The last part only being partly true. With how strict your father has been with your skill development and studies, you haven’t had the time to pay attention. You really only looked at one boy anyways.

“What are your friends like?” Ashley asked, the school bell ringing as you both continued down the hallway, students filtering out of their classes as they headed for lunch.

“I don’t have many friends. Just my brother and his friends. But they’re really nice. I can introduce you at lu—“ You were cut off when you felt someone shove you from the back, making you fall forward on your knees, your face saved from hitting the floor by your hands and arms bracing your fall.

“Hey! What’s your problem?” You hear Ashley ask the person who pushed you.

You turn around to see three 8th grade girls standing behind you, two of them giggling at you, the third one, a blonde haired girl with her arms crossed, glaring down at you. “Move it, Min. What have I told you about getting in my way?”

“Leave me alone, Hana,” You say to the blonde girl, Ashley helping you up from the floor as you hold back tears, fighting back the urge to rub and soothe your throbbing knees.

“I’ll leave you alone once you learn to stay away from Seokjinnie-oppa. He’s mine. He’ll never like a pathetic girl like you anyways.” The two other girls standing behind Hana started to giggle furiously.

“Who’s… Seokjinnie?” Ashley asked, turning to look at you as she moved her hand down to hold yours, catching you off guard just a bit.

“He’s one of my fri-- One of my brother’s friends,” you quickly correct yourself. You didn’t want to give Hana another reason to attack you. “He’s a year older than us. Come on, let’s just go to lunch.” You step away from Hana and her friends, trying to pull on Ashley’s hand to get her to follow you. You didn’t want to cry in front of Hana. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she got to you. Ashley didn’t budge. You turned back around to look at her still holding your hand, giving you a mischievous smirk before turning around to face Hana.

“Apologize to her,” Ashley said, glaring at Hana.

Hana scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Who do you think you’re talking to, new girl? Word of advice, I wouldn’t be friends with her.” Hana nodded her head in my direction before giving Ashley a smirk. You felt tears form in your eyes as you bit the side of your cheek to keep from saying something, your fingernails digging into the palm of your free hand as you grip it into a tight fist.

“I’ll be friends with whoever I want to be friends with. I bet she’s a lot cooler than you,” Ashley said smirking back at Hana.

“Why you little brat… AHHH!” Hana went to take a step towards Ashley, but almost immediately stumbled backwards clutching at her stomach while screaming in pain. She tripped over her feet and fell on her back, looking at Ashley with fear in her eyes. You look over at Ashley, eyes wide as you notice her eyes are fading from a vibrant violet back to a baby blue. Other students stopped to look to see what was going on, some sticking around to see how it plays out, others continuing to walk towards the lunchroom.

“What did you do to me you freak?” Hana asked with tears in her eyes as her two friends helped her stand up from the floor.

“Mess with us again and you’ll find out.” Ashley glared at Hana as she stood up. Hana shifts her eyes to look at you and you give her a smirk.

“What’s going on here?” A teacher walks up the group of you, looking between you and Hana. The students who were standing around now walking away. “Miss Choi?”

“We were just welcoming the new girl,” Hana gave the teacher the most fake smile you have ever seen. “Come on, let's go to lunch.” Hana turns and speaks to her lackeys, giving you a glare before walking off. The teacher raises his eyebrow at you and you give him a small smile before he turns and walks back into his classroom. As he walks out of sight, you see Yoongi walking up to you and Ashley, carrying your books that you left in your last class.

“What was that all about?” Yoongi asks as he hands you your books. You give him a smile, thanking him.

“Just Hana being a jerk again. Don’t worry, it was handled. Yoongi, this is Yang Ashley. She just transferred in from China. Ashley, this is my brother, Yoongi.” Yoongi gave Ashley a small wave before you turned to her asking, “What did you do to her anyways? And why did your eyes turn purple? I've only seen evolvers eyes turn red.”

Ashley looked over at you and smiled. “I can inflict pain on someone just by looking at them.” She responded so casually. “I also wear colored contacts. See?” She reached up and moved one of her contacts to the side, revealing a dark brown iris behind it.

“My parents wanted me to get brown ones. To help hide when I use my ability. I have some to wear out around town, but I like to wear the blue around other evolvers. I want them to know,” she explains as she winks at you and you smile at her.

“Cool,” you hear Yoongi say, “Yeah, she can stick around. Come on, Tae and Jimin are waiting for us.” Yoongi starts walking down the hall towards the lunchroom.

“Why blue?” You ask Ashley as you both start to follow Yoongi.

“It’s my favorite color,” she says.

“Mine, too,” you say back to her. Ashley smiles at you and links her arm with yours as you continue walking. Your lips turn up in a small smile. You’ve never had a friend who was a girl before, only ever hanging out with Yoongi and the guys. The other girls in school never really seemed to like you very much and you never understood why.

Once in the lunchroom, you and Ashley grab a tray of food from the cafeteria and you walk her over to the usual table that you sit at with your brother, Taehyung, and Jimin. Tae and Jimin are sitting next to each other, laughing at something that happened in their class as Yoongi just leaned back in his chair across the table from them, looking bored. As you approached with Ashley, Jimin looked your way, giving you a big smile. “Hey, Y/n!” He said while waving at you. His smile quickly faded when he looked to your side, eyes going wide and his cheeks blushed a bright pink as he stared at Ashley. You hear Ashley giggle as Taehyung turns to look to see what Jimin was staring at. He gives you two a cute boxy smile as you sit down. Ashley sits between you and Yoongi. Jimin, now sitting across from Ashley, looked down at his hands in his lap, still blushing. Ashley smiled at the boy across from her.

“Ashley, this is Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin. Both in our grade. Guys, this is Ashley,” you said to the two boys across from you.

“So how long have you guys known each other?” She asks, still looking at Jimin. Jimin looks up at her, mouth opening to answer but nothing comes out and he closes it again before looking at Taehyung. Tae looked at his friend, confusion painted across his face. You didn’t have to read their minds to know what they were thinking: Jimin begging for Taehyung to answer the question for him while Tae not understanding what made his friend so suddenly shy. Ashley scrunchies her eyebrows and looks from you to Yoongi. Yoongi rolls his eyes and finally answers her.

“We’ve been friends since we were really young. Our families all work together, so we grew up together,” he said before grabbing his drink off the table and sipping from it.

“Oh, that’s so cool,” Ashley turns to Jimin again and smiles at him causing Jimin to blush wildly again and look back down at his lap.

“So, then… Who is this Seokjinnie?” Ashley turns to ask you, her long hair falling from behind her ear and into her face. You felt your face start to blush, not sure on how to answer. Who was Seokjin to you? One of your brother’s best friends? Taehyung’s older brother? The boy you’ve had a crush on since you were ten?

“Seokjinnie? Who has been calling me that? And, YA! Jimin! Didn’t your parents teach you to keep your hands to yourself?” Jin sat down next to Jimin at your table. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t even notice that he was approaching. You also didn’t notice Jimin, who had his hand extended across the table at Ashley, inches away from what looked like pushing her hair back around her ear and out of her face. He snatched his hand back before he came in contact with her after hearing Jin calling him out.

Ashley looks over at the blushing boy and giggles again before turning to look back at Jin. “So YOU must be Seokjinnie. Nice to finally put a face to the name. I’m Ashley. Yang Ashley. I just transferred here. I’m Y/N’s new best friend.” She turns to you and winks. You smile back before looking at Jin.

“Please call me just Seokjin or Jin. No one calls me Seokjinnie. I don’t like it. Well, unless it’s Y/N,” He says while looking at you and winking, causing you to smile and blush, looking down at your food and taking a bite. Ashley looks at you for a second and raises an eyebrow before looking back at Jin as he continues to talk. “And did you say Yang? As in Yang Enterprises in China? I think our parents just went into business together.”

You look up at Ashley, a little hopeful. If this was true, that would mean you would see Ashley a lot outside of school. “Maybe this could be one friend my dad would let me keep,” you thought to yourself. You see Yoongi looking at you from the corner of your eye. You thought you saw his eyes briefly flash red, but you weren’t sure. You make eye contact with him and he gives you a small, sad smile. You were about to mouth to him and ask him what’s wrong before Ashley started speaking again.

“Yeah, that’s my grandparent’s company. My parents moved us here on business so that would make sense.” Ashley smiled at Jin and then looked at her tray of food and started to eat. Jin gave a little smile before turning and talking to the guys. The boys fell into a conversation of what they should do over the weekend.

“So, is everyone in this school an evolver?” Ashley turns to look at you, scooping a spoonful of food off her tray and into her mouth.

“Not everyone. Some of them are siblings of evolvers who go here. Like that girl, Hana. She’s not an evolver, but her little brother Soobin is,” you say while you pick at your food. You continue to eat your lunch, answering any other questions Ashley had about the school. She started asking you questions about what you guys do around here for fun. You were saved by the ringing bell signaling the end of the lunch hour from answering, not wanting to tell her that all you ever do is go to school or hang out at home. Your father always having something new for you to study or practice, whether it is working on your evolver ability or developing a new language or skill.

Everyone gets up from the table, walking together to dump the contents of their lunch tray in the trash and stacking the trays on the rack next to the door of the lunchroom.

“Are you guys coming outside for recess?” Jimin looks at you and Ashley as Tae and Yoongi start to walk towards the door leading outside. Jin had already waved goodbye to you guys, walking to hang out with the other upperclassmen in his grade.

“No, I’m going to give Ashley a tour of the school before our next class. We’ll see you later, okay?” You say to Jimin as Ashley hooks her arm into yours again and you guys walk into the hallway. Jimin gives you guys a shy smile and turns to follow Yoongi and Tae outside, Yoongi saying something about wanting to play some basketball.

“He’s cute,” Ashley says as you guys walk down the hallway towards the lockers. “Is he always that shy?”

“Who, Jimin? He can be around new people. I’ve never seen him act like that though. But, come on. We need to get you a locker. There’s an empty one next to mine. Let’s see if we can get you that one.” You smile at Ashley as she grabs your hand and starts pulling you quickly down the hallway back towards the principal’s office. You pick up your pace, practically skipping next to her. Feeling happy that you finally found a girl that you could start to be friends with.

It was Saturday afternoon, around 12:45PM when you heard your front doorbell ring, pulling your attention from the backyard where you saw Yoongi and Jin sitting on a bench while Tae and Jimin play wrestled in the grass. You stay seated in the chair next to the parlor room that your father likes to use as a meeting room whenever his business partners come over for meetings. He didn’t always make you sit outside of the room during his home meetings, usually only doing so when someone new was coming over. Wanting you to read their minds and report to him everything you gathered. You watch as your family butler opens the door, greeting the visitors that were walking in. You perked up in your seat when you saw Ashley walk through the door with who you assumed were her parents. She looked around the room, her eyes finally landing on you and she smiled, waving as she ran over to you. You stood up from your chair just in time for her to give you a hug. You look over her shoulder at your father who was standing in the living room with Tae and Jin’s dad, Won-ho, and Jimin’s father, Ji-hoon. The look on his face was unreadable as he took in the sight of Ashley hugging you. He looked away from you, walking over to greet Ashley’s parents before leading them into the parlor room, offering them something to drink and sending your butler to fetch their orders. Your father stands at the door as the adults walk past him to find their seats, Ashley’s mom stopping to give her a kiss on the head before walking in. Your father looks at you with a stern expression until you sit back down in your chair. Finally walking in and closing the door behind him after you had done so.

“Why aren’t you outside playing with the guys?” Ashley asked you, still standing in front of you.

“I have to sit out here until my dad says I can leave,” You say to Ashley as you tuck your hair behind your left ear, avoiding making eye contact with her. You hope she doesn’t ask why. You don’t want to tell her that you have to spy on her parents’ thoughts. You didn’t want to give her any reason to be mad at you.

“Oh, okay. I’ll sit out here with you then.” Ashley went to pull a spare chair from the dining room and placed it next to you against the wall, sitting down beside you. You gave her a small smile. You wanted to tell her that it was okay, that she could go outside and hang out with the guys. You wouldn’t really be able to talk to her anyways, having to concentrate on listening to the meeting, but you didn’t say anything. You were just happy to have the company.

“So, do you have a crush on Jin?” She asked you as she pulled one of her feet onto the chair with her, leaning back against the wall. Your eyes widen at her sudden question. You already know you’re going to have to get used to her bluntness if you guys were going to be friends.

“N-No. I don’t have a crush on Jin,” you say as you slightly scrunch your nose. “W-Why would you say that?” You turn to look straight ahead of you, avoiding eye contact again as you try to hide your blushing cheeks.

“Because you’ve done that every time his name has been mentioned.” She looks at your cheeks briefly before continuing. “Not to mention how you looked at him when he joined us at the lunch table yesterday. I think he might have a little crush on you, too.”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s nice like that to everyone. I’m pretty sure he just sees me as a little sister,” you say with a sigh. Ashley gives you a shrug and looks around the house.

“You have a big house. It’s really pretty. Did your mom decorate it? My mom likes to decorate our house.” You freeze up again at her question, looking down at your hands before responding.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a mom,” you say quietly.

“What do you mean? Everyone has a mom.” Ashley looks at you curiously.

“I don’t remember mine. I have an idea of what she looks like but I don’t remember her being around. My dad said that she left for America when Yoongi and I were really young. No one talks about her around us.” You look at Ashley and shrug your shoulders, forcing a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says before turning to look outside at the boys in the backyard who were now playing a game of basketball, Jin and Yoongi against Jimin and Tae.

You take this chance to look the opposite way, trying to hide your eyes as they turned red as you tried to listen in on the conversation in the parlor room. You are able to hear your father speaking, trying to drown him out as you tried to focus on hearing any other voices. It would be so much easier if you could look at the people that you were trying to read, but your father wants you to get better at reading minds while you’re in a different room. You start to worry that you were going to fail him when you couldn’t hear anything, your body tensing at the memory of the punishment your father gave you the last time you failed. Your left arm starting to tingle from memory of the last time he used his electricity to punish you. After just a few minutes, you start to hear thoughts of two voices you’re not familiar with, and you feel a sliver of hope course through you, knowing that it must have been Mr and Mrs Yang. That small feeling of hope quickly disappears once you realize you can’t understand a single thing they are saying, their thoughts completely in Chinese. You feel your shoulders slump, your eyes fading back to their natural light brown color.

“You’re not going to be able to read their minds, you know.” Ashley whispered while still looking outside, catching you again by surprise. You look over at her with a worried look on your face. The fact that she somehow knew what your ability was being the least of your concern. You were more worried about how she was about to react to you spying on her parents.

“I… I wasn’t trying… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to. This is why my dad has me sit here. I’m so sorry,” you whisper to her as she turns to look at you, tears starting to form in your eyes.

She gives you a soft smile. “Hey, it's okay. You’re just doing what you were told. My parents told me what you and your brother can do. They talked in the car with me before we got here saying to keep our thoughts in Chinese, just to be safe. I’m not going to do that though. I trust you. I think it’s cool that you can read minds.”

You blink at her in confusion, your tears going away. “How can you already trust me? You barely know me?”

“That doesn’t matter. I’ve decided that we’re going to be best friends forever. So why wouldn’t I trust you?” Ashley looked at you still smiling. You smile back at her, her words filling you with warmth.

“Thank you. I trust you, too,” you say back to her. Ashley stands up and grabs your hand and starts pulling you out of your seat.

“Come on. Let’s go hang out with the guys. No point in sitting here anyways since you wouldn’t be able to understand their thoughts,” Ashley continued to pull you down the hallway and out the door. You looked back at the door to the parlor room for a second before walking outside. She’s not wrong. Surely, your father would understand.

Once you guys walked outside, Ashley called out to the boys, Jimin being the first one to pay attention to her. His distraction allowed Yoongi to dribble around him and sink a basket, Tae walking over to hit Jimin on the shoulder for letting his guard down. Yoongi looks over at you, and scratches his head, his little signal to you to let you know to read his mind.

“What are you doing? Did dad already dismiss you?” You read his thoughts. You shook your head at him and gave him a small smile with a shrug.

“I’ll just tell him later when everyone isn’t around,” you think to yourself as you still looked at your brother, watching as he scrunched his eyebrows at you, eyes glowing red.

“Or you could just tell me now.” You hear your brother think and your eyes widen at him. You look over at Ashley as she’s talking to Jin and Tae. Jimin had wandered off to the side of the yard looking at the orchid garden, moving some of the flowers to the side like he was trying to find something. You walk over to Yoongi, pulling him slightly to the side away from your friends to keep them from hearing you.

“Did you just read my mind? Since when have you been able to do that?” You asked in a harsh whisper, your anxiety going up slightly. You and Yoongi usually share everything with each other. Did your father know? You couldn’t help but worry about what will happen once your father finds out that Yoongi has developed another skill with his ability while you were still struggling in better controlling your two.

“It just started a few days ago. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t want you to start worrying like you are now. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner,” Yoongi tried to give you a comforting smile. You start nibbling at your bottom lip, still feeling anxious about this new piece of information. Yoongi, still sensing your anxiety, steps towards you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. You tense up just a little before relaxing and hugging him back. You and your brother try to not show any sibling affection towards each other anywhere your father could see. Your father believing Yoongi’s love for you would make him grow into a weak leader.

“I’m not going to tell him,” Yoongi says to you as he pulls away. “I haven’t told anyone but Jin and now you. It will be our secret.”

You smile at your brother, thankful that he was nothing like the way your father wanted him to be. Protecting you has always been one of his top priorities. You make a silent promise to yourself to grow stronger so you would be able to return the favor. You both walk back towards your friends just in time to hear Jin let out a small yelp and rub his right shoulder, Tae and Ashley laughing at him. They must have asked her what her ability was.

You stop to stand by Ashley just as she spoke, “So you, Jin, can control fire and you, Tae, ice? That's pretty cool. What can Jimin do?”

“Jimin has really fast reflexes. Makes playing against him in many physical games really annoying.,” Tae says, turning to look for his friend. “Where is Jimin?” He asks looking around the yard.

“I’m right here!” Jimin says as he’s running up to the group, stopping to stand between Ashley and Jin with his left arm behind his back. A big smile spreads across his face as he looks at Ashley.

“I went to get you this.” Jimin brings his arm from around his back, a baby blue orchid in his hand and hands it to Ashley. She grabs it by the stem, bringing it to her nose to sniff it before smiling. “It’s blue like your eyes,” Jimin says rubbing the back of his neck as he looks down at the ground blushing. “And pretty. Just like you.”

Ashley cheeks flush a bright pink. “I love it. Orchids are my favorite. Thank you!” Ashley jumps forward, throwing her arms around Jimin, wrapping him in a hug. The moment her arms land on his shoulders, a big burst of energy shoots around them, sending all of you flying backwards across the yard while Jimin and Ashley stay standing in their original spot. You hear the potted plants on your back porch shatter, some of them being thrown into the double paned windows causing them to crack, the webbing spreading throughout the entire window.

Jimin and Ashley look around them in shock, letting go of each other to go and check on their friends, Ashley running over to you and Yoongi while Jimin went to check on Jin and Tae.

“Oh my God, are you guys okay?” She asks you, her eyes wide as she helped you up from the ground.

“I’m fine. What was that?” You ask, brushing yourself off as you look at your friends, everyone sharing the same confused and scared expression.

“What the hell happened out here?” The kids turn to look at your father who was standing on the porch with the rest of the parents.

“We don’t know, sir,” Ashley said nervously, stepping forwards toward the group of adults. “I went to go thank Jimin for giving me this flower, but the moment I touched him, something happened and everything went flying.”

The adults looked at one another, Jimin’s father finally stepping forward to call for his son. “Jimin, come here. Mr and Mrs Yang, I think we might need to have a talk with our kids,” he says looking at Ashley’s parents. They mutter words of agreement as Ashley’s father turns to her, waving her towards him.

“Sorry about the mess, Seojun. Please make sure to send me the damage cost. We will be more than happy to cover for the repairs,” Ashley’s father says to yours as Ashley walks up to them, following them and Jimin and his father into the house. Won-ho motions for his sons, letting them know it’s time to go.

You turn to look at Yoongi who was looking at the porch. You follow his gaze and see your father glaring at you.

“Girl, come here,” your father growls at you. Yoongi grabs your hand, walking with you across the yard towards your father. “Go inside, son,” your father says to Yoongi, still glaring at you. Yoongi doesn’t budge, causing your father to finally turn to him. “Now,” he says sternly.

Yoongi looks at you and you give him a small smile, letting him know it's okay. He gives your hand a little squeeze before letting go, walking inside the house and closing the door.

“Why were you not outside of the room, girl? I had not given you permission to leave.” Your father looks down at you, his eyes starting to turn red, the energy in the air starting to prick at your skin.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I couldn’t read their thoughts. They were thinking in Chinese. Ashley told me that her parents had planned on doing that before the meeting to keep me from being able to understand them.” Your father raises his eyebrows at your confession and you start to worry that you might have gotten your friend and her parents in trouble.

“She told you that?” Your father asked you, his eyes going back to their dark brown, almost black color. The air around you going back to normal.

“Yes sir,” you say back, not realizing that your shoulders had tensed up until you felt them relax in your father’s change of attitude. He looks down at you for a few minutes. You think about peeking into his mind to see what he was thinking, but didn’t want to be scolded for intruding into his mind.

After a few more minutes of silence, your father finally spoke. “Starting this week, you and your brother will be taking lessons every Tuesday and Thursday to learn Chinese.” He turns around and walks back into the house, not giving you a chance to respond. You follow him inside, closing the door behind you. You walk towards the living room, finding it empty except for your brother. Everyone else must have already left.

“Are you okay?” He asks you as he walks beside you to the stairs that led up to your bedrooms.

“Yeah, I’m okay. He didn’t do anything. But we have to learn how to speak Chinese now,” you say to your brother as you make it to the top of the stairs, walking down the hallway to your bedrooms.

Yoongi let out a huff as he walked into his room and said, “Should have seen that one coming.” He gives you a wave before closing his door. You wave back, even though he couldn’t see and walk into your room, closing your own door behind you.

The rest of the weekend goes by quickly. Come Monday morning, your family driver pulls up to your school. You and Yoongi exit the car and start walking towards the entrance. You make it half way there when you hear someone call out your name. You and Yoongi turn around to see Ashley running up to you, the three of you continuing to walk into the school when she gets beside you.

Once you make it into the main hallway, Yoongi waves bye to you as he heads towards his locker by his friends. You look up to see Jin standing over by Taehyung and Jimin’s lockers as Yoongi makes it to his, opening it and shoving his school bag inside. You see Jin say something to Jimin, laughing as he pointed over to you and Ashley. Jimin hits him on the shoulder, blushing as he turns around and waves at you, smiling when he makes eye contact with Ashley. Ashley smiles back as she gives him a little wave. A giggle escapes her lips as Jimin turns towards Tae to smack the back of his head with his hand. The latter of whom was just puckering his lips and making kissy noises in Jimin’s ear. You hear Jin’s windshield wiper laugh as you walk away.

“So what did you parents say happened Saturday after you hugged him?” You ask Ashley as you made it pass the boys and to your lockers.

“Your dad didn’t tell you?” She looked at you as she opened her locker. You shook your head and started entering your code on the dial of the locker.

“They called it a pairing,” She said as she was pulling her notebooks out of her school bag and placing them in her locker. “It’s only something that happens to evolvers and it’s really rare. Apparently that burst of energy is what happens when paired evolvers touch for the first time. It’s kinda like finding your soulmate. My mom said that it means that Jimin and I were meant for each other.” Ashley blushed a little as she smiled, securing her school bag into her locker.

“Meant for each other, huh?” you thought to yourself as you looked back towards the boys, just in time to see Jin turn to leave to go to his class. Nothing like that happened the first time you and Jin touched when you were kids. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Ashley looked over at you and saw the sadness on your face as you turned back to look at your locker, opening it.

“Mom also said that not every evolver has a paired partner. Her and daddy aren’t paired, but she also said that it doesn’t mean that they weren’t meant for each other.” You knew Ashley was telling this to you to try and make you feel better and you gave her a smile, hoping she knew you meant it as a thank you.

“How was the rest of your weekend?” She asks as she closes her locker and leans up against it.

“It was okay,” you say as you emptied out your school bag into your locker, hanging it up on the hook inside and pulling out the books you need for your first class. “My dad is making me and Yoongi learn Chinese now. We’re going to have a tutor every Tuesday and Thursday.” You shut your locker. You and Ashley walk side by side into your first shared class of the day, taking seats next to each other in the back of the class.

“Oh, that’s exciting! I guess your dad really doesn’t like people keeping any secrets from him. If you need any help with it, just let me know, okay?” Ashley smiles at you as she opens up her spiral notebook to a blank page.

“I wish I was excited about it,” you thought to yourself. You usually love learning new things, but when it comes to things your father wants you to learn, your excitement tends to fade. Only to be replaced with anxiety of the anticipation of what punishment your father has planned if you don’t progress as quickly as he wants you to.

The school bell rings, signaling the start of class as an idea pops into your mind. You turn to Ashley, leaning towards her to whisper as the teacher addresses the classroom to start the day's lesson.

“Actually, I could use your help with something,” you whisper to Ashley. She looks up from her notebook and over at you.

“Sure, anything. What’s up? Is this about Jin?” She whispers back, giving you a sly smile.

You blush at her response. “No, it’s not about Jin. I want you to use your powers on me,” you whisper to her, glancing around you at the students, making sure no one was listening in.

“What? Why? Like, right now?” Ashley looks at you quizzically.

“No, not right now.” You giggle. The teacher paused her speech for a second to look at you, raising her index finger to her mouth, indicating for you to be quiet before continuing on. You give her a slight bow of your head in apology, making sure her eyes were off of you before turning back to Ashley.

Ashley looks at you curiously and you lower your voice again to a whisper. “Today, after school. And any other time that we can find. My dad… He likes to use his electricity as a form of punishment. I just… I want to build up a tolerance to pain. I don’t want him to be able to hurt me anymore.”

Ashley’s blue eyes widen for a second before going back to normal. Her mouth forming into a mischievous smile before responding to you. “I can definitely help you with that,” she whispers back. “It’s not going to be pleasant though. You’re going to have to trust me, okay?”

“Don’t worry, I already do.” You smile back at her before turning to pay attention to the teacher. A surge of confidence and happiness runs through your veins. You send up a silent thank you to whatever power brought Ashley into your life. You were happy to have a new friend. Especially one that will help you to no longer live in fear of your father.

#evolver #bts imagines #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #mafia au #superpower au #soulmate au

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Step On It. (Driving School!AU)

Chapters: (0), (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7), (?)

Summary: you’re desperately trying to learn how to drive, but the instructors at your local driving school happen to be quite...eccentric, doing more harm than good. Will you be able to pass the exams before New Year’s Eve and win the bet with your friend?

Word Count: 1,2k

“Please,” the boy begged, leaning over the desk. “Please, switch me with another student! I need a new instructor, anyone but him!”

The secretary didn’t as much as shoot him a glance, her gaze stuck on the computer as she fixed her glasses. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, as for now. We don’t have any-”

“Please! I’m begging you! I don’t want to-” he lowered his voice to a desperate whisper and frantically looked around. “-I don’t want to get into the car with that-”

“With who, my dear Usopp?” Doffy walked into the office with a smile. He had to bend down to fit into the doorframe. “Our lessons are already scheduled for a month in advance, if I remember correctly. Now, now, let’s go,” he gripped the boy’s arm and started slowly dragging him towards the door.

“No! I mean...I actually wanted to reschedule everything, I’ve just gotten a terrible allergy to-”

“I happen to have some pills in the car, they can do wonders.”

“But! A stomach flu! Oh, it hurts so much-”

Usopp’s yells echoed in the the staircase and slowly died down. You turned towards the secretary with eyes as wide as watermelons. Behind her, a tall man was shuffling around the tiny space, his huge frame knocking over piles of documents with each of his turns - white smoke coming from his cigar was enveloping his whole frame. They both seemed completely unbothered with the situation, as if it took place on a daily basis.

“Is that the paper you were looking for?” he asked, leaning in from behind her chair. Her cheeks turned slightly pink, but you were the only one able to see it, her voice sounding even and composed. Her pink hair, as if trained to react immediately in such situations, fell gracefully along her shoulders.

“Yes! Hina content,” she said, not noticing the involuntary blush on her friend’s face. You didn’t want to interfere in their little heaven, but you were already late to the lesson.

“Excuse me? I just wanted to ask-”

“-if you can change your instructor? I’m sorry, everyone is already scheduled.”

“I know but, uh, Mr. Law offered to teach me instead-”

“Then it’s not my problem. You can switch however you like, as long as the finances are in order.”

It seemed as if a huge burden had been lifted from your chest when you finally walked outside, jogging over to your assigned car with a wide smile on your face. The miserable fate of Usopp could have reached you as well, it had been definitely too close. You silently promised yourself you wouldn’t complain about anything ever again.

Your new instructor - and also a savior - was leaning against the hood, his yellow, crumpled hoodie contrasting with the dark car. Under one arm he clutched a clipboard.

“Morning,” he smirked lazily. “You surely took your time.”

“There was a mild...commotion in the office.”

“Ah, yes. I first heard Usopp-ya before I spotted him. He and his instructor aren’t on the best terms.”

You got into the car and started adjusting your seat. “Then why did Doffy seem quite happy with their lesson?”

“Why won’t you ask him yourself?”

That was enough of an answer, as for your taste. Despite the lack of your previous instructor and his annoyed remarks, your hands were still shaking when you put them on the wheel.

Law kept on scribbling in the clipboard, throwing you some occasional glances.

“Um, are you sure I can get on the road already? What if I crash the car?”

He finally put the pen down and focused on you. A faint scent of his cologne reached your side - you couldn’t help but think he smelled really good.

“Look, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I need you to trust me,” he sought eye contact to make sure you got the message. “I won’t let anything bad happen to us. Now start the car.”

Even though you quickly got ahold of the gears and Law’s clear instructions allowed you to pass some intersections, it was still challenging to coordinate all the actions and get the car to glide smoothly through the roads.

With each turn you held your breath - exhaling with relief once you had passed it without causing any accidents. What clearly distracted you more than the abundance of vehicles on the street and the constant fear of messing up the sequence of certain actions, was the unnatural closeness of the man sitting beside you. Whenever you changed the gears, your arm brushed against his; he tried to discreetly scoop away to the other side, but it was all in vain - the space inside the car was too limited.

“Right indicator on.” His calm voice was definitely the best cure for your anxiety and nerves. “Now slow down to 20...and second gear. Very good.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling proudly, making him smirk. “It’s just about following certain patterns. Nothing to be scared of, you’ll get ahold of it in no time.”

It was a surprise when you suddenly recognized the maneuvering area you were last time on; Law must have used a different route to get there. He grabbed his clipboard and got out of the car, signaling for you to do the same.

“I wanted to show you where some types of lights are located. It’s also one of the tasks on the- Oh, no,” he muttered the last part quietly, looking over your shoulder with reserved enthusiasm. “I was hoping we would avoid him. I even changed the time of our lessons so we wouldn’t run into each other. He must have rescheduled.”

You were about to ask, “Who?” but it was no longer needed when you spotted another instructor leaning against the car, not that far away from where you parked. He stood out from his surroundings so significantly, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t noticed him sooner.

“Is he...unpleasant?” you asked Law, and he just raised an eyebrow. His expression suggested he wanted to answer your question differently than he did, but he hid it well.

“Let’s just say there are worse individuals than Kid.”

The said individual started walking over when he spotted you and your instructor, not paying a single thought to his student who, now abandoned, was desperately trying to make a perfect turn without crossing any of the designated lines.

Law clutched into his clipboard. “You see, (Name)-ya, I may have forgotten to tell you-”

He didn’t get a chance to finish when Kid rammed his huge palm into Law’s back, patting it in a seemingly friendly manner. “Long time no see, Trafalgar. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been avoidin’ me.”

He then turned to you, almost catching you in the act of staring at his hair. “Are you the one I’ll be teachin’ tomorrow?”

What was he talking about? Before the silence managed to turn awkward, Law answered in your regard.

“Precisely,” he muttered blankly. “I hadn’t had the chance to tell you, but due to...personal reasons I’ll be absent tomorrow. Eustass-ya offered his help,” the last sentence Law almost gritted through his teeth but still kept a polite expression.

There can’t be anyone worse than Doffy, you thought. Just then, Kid looked over his shoulder and yelled in the direction of his student.

“Doin’ great! Just keep turnin’ that wheel and you’ll make it! And step on that gas, for cryin’ out loud!”

You sent Law a panicked glance. The man just shrugged, starting to casually scribble in his clipboard.

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