#I watched the season finale today and actually cried I did not think a silly little show about puppets would make me cry

[shima-draws]

THE WAY RYAN SAYS HIS NAME AND THEIR HUG AND THEM APOLOGIZING TO EACH OTHER AND REAFFIRMING THEIR FRIENDSHIP AND. I’m normal about this. NORMAL

#Puppet History #Watcher #Ryan Bergara #The Professor #I watched the season finale today and actually cried I did not think a silly little show about puppets would make me cry #THE METEOR AND THE BEAUTY OF EARTH…SHUT UP #Shane Madej you madlad. You absolute genius #I hate you so so much /j #I’m so glad the gang’s all back together 🤧 #Shima speaks #I can’t get over how he says ‘Professor!!!! 🥺🥺🥺’ #ME TOO RYAN #I’m so glad he’s okay UUFHDH UGLY SOBS #Video

[zeptos]

hi. i just finished good omens. here are my (not very) immediate (because i had to take about two hours to recover) thoughts

i was at a friend’s house watching so i had to drive home. we watched two episodes every session (i Needed to drag it out that long otherwise it would destroy me) and i would always come out of it listening to some sort of happy little music that reminded me of the show. today i drove home, front windows all the way down, in the dark, in complete silence. there were crickets.

I ACTUALLY FEEL SO GOOD AND PROUD AND GLAD ABOUT NOT SEEING ANY SPOILERS!!! somehow i really care about this show That Much and i blocked everything, didn’t go on social media, checked with my eyes before reading something with my brain LIKE i didn’t wait four years for this all to be donezo

if i had seen the leak beforehand i would have ended it all

like me when jim and window.

SPEAKING OF JIM BRUH (i will speak about him later)

i was drawing a silly little picture of Them when i started watching this season. after six days i have not finished it and only have the lineart. I CANNOT DRAW THAT SILLY LITTLE PICTURE ANYMORE. LIKE. MENTALLY. NO i will just be in flames!!!

i will be going through the stages of grief for the next few days. i went through anger and bargaining and now i will be in depression (lucky for me i literally just upped my med dose LMAOOOOO)

this is just like falsettos

I’M REALLY GLAD ACTUALLY that nina and maggie are on pause!! like i was honestly pretty worried throughout the season that they’d just shove them together at a horrible time and i was quite sure 

but now i’m thinking about it more and AAAAAAAAAA the parallels and all of their flaws…😭😭😭them and all their flaws……….IT’S NOT LIKE A PICTURESQUE PERFECT FAIRYTALE!!! THEY DON’T RECOGNIZE IT BECAUSE IT’S NOT A PICTURESQUE PERFECT FAIRYTALE!!!!!!!!!!! TALK TO EACH OTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh  my god flaws bastille

i cried during The Scene and by that i mean a few tears came out before i held it in to be able to actually watch the rest of the episode and i demanded my friend and i rewatch the scene because i really REALLY NEEDED TO CRY AFTER THAT I WANTED TO SO BAD however my eyes became constipated and it just pressurized my head and neck 😔

I HAD LITERALLY JUST WATCHED THE COMMUNITY EPISODE WHERE TROY LEAVES TOO WHILE WORKING OUT THIS MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! horrible day for media consumption for me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AWFUL

unrelated but i *still* haven’t seen barbenheimer bc no one in my friend group can make a decisive plan (i <3 u guys tho) and i’m going to

need a rage room (diy bc those guys are way too expensive) because i am going insane

neil has ended me

neil needs to be convicted for mass murder

WHAT HAPPENED TO QUIET ROMANTIC SEASON

i actually really love LOVE LOVE how this season went…………..or at least ended…………….

i was scared that “quiet and romantic” meant nothing was going to happen and there would be no buildup to whatever “quiet and romantic” was and that would’ve broken me in a bad way

like i did not spend four years waiting just for tooth rotting fluff and heartstopper esque “suspense” (i’m so sorry i’ve never seen it this is probably so wrong) to tide us over until the next season where everything goes wrong again

I WANT THINGS TO GO WRONG ALL THE TIME. (AND THEN THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT THEY MAKE THEM RIGHT PLEASE)

also the maggie thing!!

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE EVERYYYYY SINGLEEEE WRITING AND ACTING CHOICE IN THAT SCENE IT’S SO DELICIOUS OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD i would watch it for days and days and days I LOVE HOW SOMETHING AS SWEET AS A KISS BECOMES . SO. BITTER AND DESPAIR AND HATRED AND LOVE AND LOATHING AND AND AND THEY A. THEY ARE SO. I THINK DEEP DOWN HE MIGHTVE KNEW IT WAS HIS FINAL CHANCE…………………HIS ONLY CHANCE………………………………………………………

THE DISGUST THE BETRAYAL THE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGHGGHHGHGHGHG

also the lip touch. twitter user michael sheen was evil for that stunt he pulled (i only heard about it from another friend after i finished watching and immediately called them to scream) (i also sent a no-context message to that same friend saying something along the lines of “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” and they immediately clocked me “i see you’ve watched the final episode of good omens season 2”)

bottom line: tumblr user zeptos rediscovers that they just keep liking pain and suffering. please send help

crowley was simply entirely fanfiction. this entire season was just fanfiction. like i guess that makes sense given the everything about its creators. and also the premise of the whole show is basically fanfiction LOL both in trope and subject matter

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT AT SOME POINT. CROWLEY FELL AND HE FELL SO HARD LIKE aziraphale was GIVING early on and then at some point he fell harder

i was looking at temporary red hair wax literally yesterday (for mcr reasons help………..) and now i feel like i . have to get it now i have to i just need to i need it

crowley was simply entirely fanfiction. this entire season was just fanfiction. like i guess that makes sense given the everything about its creators. and also the premise of the whole show is basically fanfiction LOL both in trope and subject matter

I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT AT SOME POINT. CROWLEY FELL AND HE FELL SO HARD LIKE aziraphale was GIVING early on and then at some point he fell harder

i was looking at temporary red hair wax literally yesterday (for mcr reasons help………..) and now i feel like i . have to get it now i have to i just need to i need it

eating my feet and the walls and biting aziraphale’s head off like broccoli and chewing it up and spitting it out in the little leaves . and also burning it i need to BURN SOMETHING

to think i was just happy about getting the rift in dragonvale earlier today

to think i was just normal earlier today

i was so happy dragging this out

i think i’m even more devastated

to think for the first few days i was going insane about the apology dance. the good old days. and then the next few days i was stressed about crowley shooting his husband.

tbh i thought it was a good enough love story the first season (arospec represent ig lmao) and i didn’t realize it could get EVEN MORE LOVEY. LIKE i did not know a love story could haunt you with love in so many ways I THOUGHT THEY’D ALREADY JUST BEEN MARRIED FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS IN SUCH A TRANSCENDENTAL WAY THAT THEY DIDN’T NEED ANYTHING ELSE AND THEY KNEW EACH OTHER SO WELL……………………………so how am i supposed to feel when they ACTUALLY DIDN’T REALLY COMMUNICATE AT ALL AND IT WASN’T JUST OKAY FOR IT TO BE UNSPOKEN AND ETERNAL AND THEY HAVE TO ACTUALLY WORK OUT THEIR PROBLEMS INSTEAD OF BREAKING UP A MILLION TIMES AND HAVING THE UNIVERSE WORK IT OUT FOR THEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHGHGHGHHHHH

…like how am i supposed to feel when they actually aren’t in some sort of magical relationship where everything can remain unspoken and everything is great. and instead they’re HAVING HUMAN FEELINGS PINING LIKE HUMANS MISUNDERSTANDING LIKE HUMANS FLAWED LIKE HUMANS

LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN they can’t just stay like that [read: whatever the hell they were for thousands fo years] forever and ever?? what do you MEAN they need to be Official??????? i expected BAIT and DELUSION and all i’m getting is REALNESS i’m so upset (not really)

when nina called maggie angel. MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

i was keeping an angel count and i lost count

I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS ACTUALLY—

it feels like a totally different show than the first season. like not in a bad way just a Way

themes characters lack of newt/anathema sex scene idk

i wonder how adam is doing now

this is so dan and phil (joke i’ll kms now)

I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUT LOVER BOY, A NOTABLE LACKING SONG FROM THE FIRST SEASON, SO EARLY ON OVER CROWLEY’S TRUDGE BACK TO AZIRAPHALE and then did T H A T

also not the “something terrible they’re going to do to me” being just. demoted lol are u serious

DID THE COFFEE DO ANYTHING???????? I AM SO BEGGING TO KNOW PLEASE LIKE it was so OMINOUS WHY

shout out to the canto feature i want to learn canto

SHOUT OUT TO THE FRENCH FEATURE LOL THAT WAS LITERALLY ME ON THE AP EXAM IT WAS SO AWFUL (and my experience after the ap exam was awful too lmao but no comment)

WAIT I NEED TO DO MY FRENCH STREAK RN HOLD ON

ok i did my french lesson one of the examples was “i love this tv show” and.

I LOVE JIM i hate gabriel.

seriously even through all the parallels i still am disgusted (half joking and like 10% real) (the other 40% is a mystery) (ineffable you could say) by the gabriel / beelzebub development 💀 PLEASE like it was so sudden to me but i think i may be slow and i also think (maybe hope) that there’s like. a more substantial reason behind this besides Suffering

WE NOTICED THE FLY FROM THE BEGINNING HEHE

in the predictions my friend and i made before watching s2e1, theirs came true in literally the first minute, and mine came true in e4………..before i realized today that there is a strong possibility i literally just saw a screencap of the thing i predicted (there being magic in the season) and co-opted it as my own idea. lawl

though i do also need to spend some time scrubbing through e5 to see if there actually was a ball—like physical ball like sports ball—in the episode

SCREW GABRIEL

neil.

i want donuts

there’s this chip (like hole type not food type) in between where my canine is connected to my bonded retainer and i’ve been fiddling with it the whole night and now i don’t think i’m going to be able to ever separate that again it’ll just be the Good Omens Season Two Chip forever and ever

and now i’m just so concerned over the wellbeing of everyone involved in the making of the show PLEASE I NEED MY SEASON THREE SO BAD STAY WILLING AND ABLE TO MAKE IT FOR ME PLEASE and also for yourselves i guess 

i cannot do this

i was in a goofy fall out boy mood most of the day

well except for the planet bass mood i was in during like noon and seven minutes into e5 (someone said the word “danger”)

and also the air catcher / run and go mood i was in in the morning

i screamed a lot tried not to lose my voice

i had to GET UP OFF THE COUCH and start PACING that last episode

and also i ended up for the floor

and i ended up staying on the floor long after the episode finished

i was sweating so hard i did so much exercise and also had goosebumps from all that devastation

now i am a shell of a man.

i’m so tired

i am very glad that i missed the last half of my meeting today to go watch good omens. i’m obviously going to rewatch the meeting but like .yeah worth it

i’m so sleepy!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CROWLEY…………….HE’S JUST LIKE ME………………………….HE JUST LIKES SPACE AND PRETTY THINGS………………………………………ALL HE EVER DID WAS ASK QUESTIONS…………………………………………………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

every piece of media i consume, i am incrementally more glad that it isn’t voltron legendary defender

also i opened up about taylor swift and brendon urie’s hit song ME! again i keep doing this JUST BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IN APRIL 2019 DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO CONNECT IT TO EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DID OR CONSUMED IN 2019

speaking of 2019 i remember seeing the original trailer and thinking THIS IS CRINGE AND ALSO BAIT oh boy look where we are now!!!!!!!!!!

i’ll die

i’ll kms (both of these statements are false)

i don’t even know what to do anymore

jim was iconic and i’m sad to see him turn back into That Guy

although when i noticed the fly i was like BEELZ. something sus. erm but i thought it was like evil sus and i somehow didn’t get it the whole time. like why beelzebub wasn’t concerned WAIT IS THAT WHY HELL WAS LOOKING FOR HIM i need to rewatch. IMMEDIATELy

i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again speaking about the kiss. i am once again sp—

the. the grhgrhgjdfdfhgfkj

i screamed so loud but no one heard a thing

adding to the playlist as we speak

throwing up at the whole gabriel beelzebub thing like yeah conceptually sure they’re fine but i’m still throwing up

alright i am looking in the mirror and the reflection does Not look like me so i think it is time for me to go (od omens) to sleep GOOD NIGHT. i will add to this if i think of anything else!!!!!!!!!!

NEVERMIND MY MIND JUST FLASHED BACK TO THE FINGER TOUCHING LIPS SHOT AN DI’M GOING INSANE AGAIN HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO US. HOW!!!!!!!!!

sometimes i wish it all was bait (no i do not)

the edits are already destroying me and i’ve only seen two so far

how the hell am i going to make art

i am

i

good omens

now i’m reading theories and i’ve discovered there’s an entire google docs theory based on magic GOOD NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 #op

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I am once again apologising for what you're about to go through.

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Part 10

You wipe down the counter. It was quiet today, not many customers. Everyone was at home waiting for the race to begin. Today was the fourth race of the season. If Zemo won today, he would tie with Stark.

Zemo... you hadn't gone back. You hadn't called him, text him, seen him. You had returned to work, telling your boss things had changed. He welcomed you back, but he looked at you with pity sometimes.

He was currently standing in the doorway behind you, watching you. The race would be starting soon, he had the TV set up in his office, hoping you would come watch it with him. He would happily close up shop for this. For you.

You had worked at The Redwing for several years, a loyal worker to him. You would good with the people, you made wonderful coffee, sometimes bringing s cup to his office, and you knew how to make work fun.

You had this amazing opportunity, then something unexpected came out of the blue and ruined it.

You could do so much better than this little job. He wanted that for you. Plus, he was very much aware, just by the way you had been these past few days, that you were utterly in love with his favourite racer.

He saw the images from the last race. That photo of you and Zemo kissing after his win was all over the place.

Behind him, the commentators are talking about Zemo's win. He flashed up on the screen, a replay of his car gliding over the line. The moment Stark lost to him.

You put away some clean cups, stacking them gently by the machine. You liked having a tidy working area. You knew where everything was, getting what you needed for an order was second nature.

You swung a towel over your shoulder and decided to organise the new tea flavours that came in. Cherry blossom tea had just come in, apparently it was nice. As the shop was empty, you could make one. You grabbed a tea bag from the box and put the box back on the shelf. Your boss watches you go about making your drink.

"Are you going to watch the race with me?"

You pick up your mug and look at him, shaking your head softly. He sighs and comes over to you. He doesn't have to say anything as you begin to cry. He hugs you.

"Why didn't you go?"

"What would I have said?"

"Anything. You don't believe he did it, do you?"

You shake your head.

"Then why are you here with me when you can be there with him? I remember the accident, you know. Saw it on TV back then. There is no way Helmut Zemo would sabotage a race like that."

"What was I suppose to do?" You look up at him and watch as he grabs a napkin to hand to you. You wipe your tears gently.

"You were suppose to go. I'm suppose to be seeing you on screen today, supporting him. You're suppose to be there when he wins today," he speaks softly.

"It's too late."

"You could still go down there. You'll miss the race, but you'll be there."

You shake your head.

"He told me, he said if I still loved him I should be there at the race. If I don't go, he'll leave me alone. I think this is best."

"Now look here, you're a darling and I adore you, but my God, you're a silly liar. You're so in love with him it hurts. You're just torturing yourself by being here."

You wipe at your eyes gently, sipping the tea. It was nice. Zemo would like it.

You sigh and put the cup down.

"You go watch the race. Just... let me knows if he wins."

He looks at you with those pity filled eyes again. When you don't say any more, he leaves, heading back into the office. He keeps the door open a crack.

You stand there. No customers in sight. You feel absolutely awful.

Zemo sits outside by his car. Sam, Bucky, and Sam's sister Sarah, were all there with him. Zemo hadn't said a word to them since he arrived. Bucky had tried to talk to him about what happened, but he didn't get a response.

You weren't here. You didn't come.

He still held onto hope you would make a last minute appearance, that maybe you were right outside, but you weren't. He knew deep down you weren't coming.

You were afraid. He couldn't blame you, but he had hoped that maybe, just maybe, you would believe him. Still, he should have expected this.

Sam and Bucky glance at each other.

"Just leave him be. He'll focus up for the race," Sam said, glancing at Zemo.

Bucky looked across the way.

Stark and his little witch were smooching for the cameras. Behind them, Pepper Potts. Bucky never understood how Pepper could deal with Tony. After everything.

"I'll kill him."

"Bucky, don't."

Sarah pulls Bucky back and tried to get him to calm down. Sam, watches Stark for a lite while longer. He felt sick to the stomach just looking at them.

The racers were called to the line.

You finished up the last if the tea and put the cup to the side. You would take it up to the kitchen shortly. You refilled the water tank and reorganised the spoons for the third time that morning.

The door opened. A young woman enters, a man and two children behind her. You put on your hospitality smile and turn to her.

"Welcome, are you sitting in with us or taking out today?"

The woman smiles, though a lite awkwardly.

"Actually, I am looking for Y/N," she says softly. Her accent, it sounded so much like his.

"That would be me, what I can I do for you?"

She glances at the man she came in with, who nods at her. Licking her lip quickly, she turns back to you and speaks.

"My name is Wanda Maximoff, six years ago my brother died in a horrible accident. I know you have been made aware of this incident. I came here to tell you that I testified about what happened, but no one believed me. They took Stark's word against mine. Helmut Zemo did not kill my brother."

You stare at her.

"You're probably wondering how I know about you and how I come to be here. Stephen Strange is a racer too. Stark had called him a few nights ago. Apparently Zemo had paid him a visit and caused quite a fuss."

"Helmut went to Stark?"

"Yes. Over you. I don't know all the details, only what Strange had told me. I thought it best I come to you and tell you what I know. My brother died in an accident. He was not killed by Zemo."

You hear the low sound of engine revving from the office. The race was about to start.

Wanda watches as you dart into the office quickly. She smiles softly and leaves with her family.

Your boss looks up as you enter. He smiles at you and waves you over. You sit on his desk and watch the TV.

That beautiful purple car appears on screen. You almost want to cry again as you see Zemo sitting there.

You would close your eyes and listen to that sound, even if it is through the television, but you didn't want to look away for a second. That handsome man on the screen, you loved him beyond belief.

Then they were off.

Your breath caught in your throat. You tended up. Your boss placed a hand on your arm, reminding you to breathe. You couldn't. Stark and Zemo were neck on neck. If he won today, he would tie with Stark.

And you would go to him to be there for the final race.

The cars sped around the first corner. You had long since blocked out the commentator. The only sound you could hear was those engines.

Zemo's car glides down the track.

Stark is a hair width away from him. They are so close they could collide any moment, but they don't. Both of them are very skilled and talented drivers. They were born to do this.

They reach the second bend.

You grab your boss's hand, needing something to hold onto. Those two cars are so far ahead from everyone else.

You're filled with anxiety. Everything feels too much.

The third bend.

It all happens so quickly. In the blink of an eye. You're not even sure what had happened.

You weren't even aware you were screaming until your boss had his arms around you. He was so quick to try and tear your gaze away from the screen.

Zemo's car collided into the barrier. It was up in flames. Moments later there was an explosion.

It's just like that day. Six years ago.

You cling to your boss, crying into his shirt. He scrambles with one hand to grab the remote and turn it off.

You had seen enough.

The office fills with your cries. Your agony filled screams are enough to break anyone's heart. What the Hell just happened?

He didn't turn.

He didn't make it around the bend.

And now?

Your boss holds you for a while longer. It's all he can do to help you right now.

At the racetrack, there is chaos. Sam and Bucky were booking it down the sidelines, desperate to reach that corner. Stark zoomed past them going at the speed of light. He would soon cross the finish line and win his third victory, successfully beating Zemo at this point.

Sirens go off in every direction. All ambulances are heading the same way.

An eerie silence falls over the crowd, even after Stark finishes.

Sarah grabs her phone. She has to make a call.

Sam and Bucky manage to reach the wreck. The car is totalled into a burning pit. They can't make heads or tails of what's happening.

And where was Zemo?

This isn't how things were suppose to go.

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[babymetaldoll]

Character development (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader)

Not my gif

A/N: I don't know if any of you haven't seen or doesn't know what happens with Spencer in Season 8, but anyway: HUGE SPOILERS ALERT OF SEASON 8 of CRIMINAL MINDS.

Requested: Yes. "Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Matthew/reader one where the reader is watching criminal minds, and Maeve just died, and the reader is sad and finds out Matthew suggested that Maeve's character got killed off, and Matthew makes it up to her."

Summary: Gubler reaches home and finds a very depressed girlfriend waiting for him to talk about the bad things that had just happened to Spencer in that week's episode of Criminal Minds.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Well, spoilers of season 8 of CM, I think a curse or two, and that's it.

Wordcount: 1,6 K

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The whole house was in silence when Matthew walked in. That was weird. Since he and his girlfriend (Y/N) moved in together, he was greeted with laughter, music, hugs, and kisses every time he got home.

But not that day. Silence and darkness in the whole house were all that welcomed Matthew.

- "Bunny?"- he asked, frowning confused- "Are you home?"

But nothing. Only silence.

Matthew walked around the house. It was so quiet it was creepy.

- "(Y/N)?"

- "In here"- her voice was small, and it took Matthew a minute to find her, curled up on a couch. The tv screen was the only light in the whole room.

- "Hey, Bunny"- Gubler sat next to her and kissed her lips sweetly- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah,"- she whispered and cut him the worst smile ever- "Did you have fun with your friends today?"

- "Yeah, we had dinner, watched a movie. It was fun. What did you do?"- Gubler knew there was something wrong with his girlfriend, and he wasn't going to let it pass.

- "Nothing. I just watched tv."

- "And did something happen today at work?"- but (Y/N) shook her head- "Then why are you so sad? Your eyes are puffy, Bunny. What is it?"

- "It's honestly nothing. I just..."- (Y/N) turned off the tv and sighed- "I watched today's episode of Criminal Minds."

- "Oh..."- Matthew thought about it for a second until it finally hit him.

That week's episode was "Zugzwang," and he knew it would be a rough one for everybody. It had actually been hard to film. Reid's girlfriend would die right in front of him, and Matthew knew (Y/N) wasn't going to take that episode very well. Ok, no one would, but she really wanted Spencer to have a girlfriend, finally.

- "Oh... so, what did you think?"- (Y/N) looked at him and almost rolled her eyes.

- "Look at me, I've been crying for an hour,"- Gubler chuckled and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, cuddling her.

- "Come on, Bunny. It's just a tv show."

- "I know, but can you explain why Maeve had to die? why can't Spencie be happy?"

- "Why do you call him Spencie?"- Gubler frowned and looked at her confused, but she dismissed his question and pouted instead.

- "Honey, why did they decide to kill Maeve? Why didn't you argue against that stupid decision? Reid needs a girlfriend."

Matthew opened his mouth and was about to answer when he thought that might not be a real good idea. You see, it had been Matthew who suggested Maeve had to die in the most tragic way possible to make the storyline work.

At the time, it made sense for Gubler, but now, watching how his girlfriend had cried watching the episode, he wondered if they had maybe done it a little too sad.

- "Bunny, it's just a tv show. You know that right?"- he whispered and kissed her hands. (Y/N) nodded in silence and just stared at the empty space for a moment.

She knew it was just a tv show, and she understood it was stupid to be so profoundly affected by it. Still, at the same time, it was impossible not to feel moved by it, especially after watching Matthew impersonating Spencer crying with such sadness. It broke her soul. Literally, she felt something inside of her shattering as she watched him on the screen, sobbing. That was when she started crying along with Spencer.

- "I know it's silly but, though I know it's a tv show, and I know none of that is real, it still kind of hurt"- (Y/N) tried to explain- "Imagine any of that happened to us..."

- "Bunny, that won't happen to us. No one is going to kidnap us or hurt us, ok?"- Matthew smiled and kissed her hands one more time. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "I'm sorry, I know it's silly being this upset over something that ain't even real."

- "No, Bunny. I think it's cute"- Matthew was sincere, but (Y/N) felt pretty silly. She had spent the last hour and a half of her life crying over the death of a fictional character.

- "Just let's make sure I get over this impasse before I visit you on the set, 'cos I don't think I will be able to be cool around the writers of the show after this episode."

- "About that,"- Matthew bit his lips and decided to face the truth once for all- "Maeve's death might have been..."- but (Y/N)'s wide-opened eyes didn't let him finish talking. He just stared at her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear carefully.

- "Might have been what?"

- "My... idea."- Gubler murmured and looked at her, trying to read her reaction.

- "I'm sorry, what?!"- (Y/N) didn't move. She just stayed still, staring at Gubler, trying to understand what he had just said.

- "Ok, so don't get mad at me, but I only agreed to get on board on Spencer having a girlfriend if she died the most tragic way possible."

There was a deep and long silence between them after Gubler said those words. It was like (Y/N) couldn't believe what she had just heard, and Matthew tried to smile in a useless effort to ease the mood.

- "Why did you do that?"- (Y/N) finally whispered and tried to understand what her boyfriend was talking about.

- "Well, it was for character development. Reid's story is overall tragic, and his relationship with his girlfriend wasn't what we could call normal, right?"

(Y/N) stared at him, speechless. Reid was a fictional character portrayed by her boyfriend, but somehow he had become a beloved imaginary being they actually talked about.

- "What did Reid ever do to you? Why did he deserve this?"- (Y/N)'s voice was a whisper, and Gubler just stared at her. He wanted to kiss her cheeks and tickle her, to make her smile, 'cos he thought it was adorable how she reacted to the episode.

- "It just makes sense for the story"- Matthew leaned in and gave her a peck on the tip of the nose- "I'm sorry you got so sad. Was it my incredible acting that made it all so believable?"- he joked and kissed her cheek several times.

- "You looked miserable, Gub"- she whispered, still upset- "You were so convincing I cried along with you at the end."

- "I'm glad"- he stopped kissing her and looked t her, narrowing his eyes- "Not glad that you cried, I'm just glad you were convinced... I think"

- "It was a good episode, Gubler."

(Y/N) sighed and looked at him, still pouting. Matthew kissed her slowly, rubbing his lips against her and moving his tongue carefully, tasting her. He felt how her body relaxed at his touch and held her closer to him. When the kiss was over, and she had sighed, resting her forehead against his, Matthew whispered.

- "It's only a good episode for me if you like it, Bunny."

- "Yeah, well, I have the feeling you are gonna have to make it up to me for making me cry"- the way (Y/N) spoke made her sound like a spoiled kid, which she actually was around Gubler. He would always coddle her in every way possible.

- "Make it up to you how, Bunny?"- Matthew murmured in a lower voice, still holding her so close in his arms, she was now sitting on his lap.

- "I don't know... you can do stuff."

- "Stuff?"- Gubler repeated and kissed her again- "Stuff like what? I need more info"- (Y/N) giggled and hid her face on the crook of Matthew's neck, inhaling deeply.

- "I haven't had dinner yet."

- "What does my Bunny want to eat?"- Gubler replied in a second, running his hand up and down her back- "Pizza? Chinese? Thai? you love Thai food."

- "Gubler. I wanna eat Gubler,"- she whispered, biting his shoulder playfully, making him laugh.

- "You can't eat Gubler!"

- "Why not?! He's delicious!"- (Y/N) kissed Matthew's neck and licked it until a soft groan left his lips.

- "Don't start things you won't finish, Bunny"- she heard him saying, as his lips crushed against hers with lust.

Sometimes Matthew could manage to step from sweet, cute boyfriend to hungry, dominant animal in a second. (Y/N) never told him, but it was one of the many things she loved about him.

Matthew's hand roamed from her back to underneath her shirt in a second, unclasping her bra in a blink. (Y/N) could feel how he was getting hard underneath her legs and the urge in his lips. And it was just what she wanted.

- "Maybe you are right"- she whispered and ended their kiss- "Pizza would be better."

- "Really?"- Matthew looked at her with widened eyes, and (Y/N) couldn't help but giggle- "Why are you teasing me like this?"

- "It just makes sense for the story. It's for character development"- she answered, mocking his earlier answer about Criminal Minds. Gubler groaned, letting her go, just to look at her pleased smile.

- "You are really gonna make me pay for what happened to Maeve and Spencer, aren't you?"- and (Y/N) just nodded- "If it makes you feel better, I really felt miserable the day we shoot that scene."

- "I'm sure you did. And I felt miserable watching you being miserable."

- "It's the circle of life, Bunny"- Matthew leaned in and kissed her- "We should do something to feel better now."

Gubler winked at (Y/N), and she giggled. His hands reached for her hips and moved underneath her shirt again, playing with her skin.

- "You may be right about that, but dinner first."

- "Are you gonna eat Gubler?"- he asked her, biting his lips, looking incredibly hot.

- "Pizza for dinner"- she teased and kissed him for a second- "Gubler for dessert."

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[amostimprobabledream]

And He Walks With Flames (Dabi x Reader) - Part One

They say humans, in a strange, ironic twist of fate, owe their magic to demons. A thousand years ago, they walked the earth, wreaking destruction and chaos wherever they tread. Humans were no more than meat for the slaughter, or glorified playthings for their amusement. The first generation of humans to fight back against their monstrous oppressors did so by a peculiar, ancient magic. A power that could repel demons and bring hope to all humanity. A terrible war raged for the fate of the world and the humans managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The demons were banished to their land of origin, sealed away in defeat. But seals don't last forever. While historians argue on how literal these legends may be, there is no denying that ancient creature have begun to stir, appearing in our world again with growing frequency. And soon there might- The last paragraph was torn away. "Oh, for god's sake," you tsk. Sunlight pours through the large, high window of your lecture room, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. Though you were engrossed in your book, once you look up, the spell is broken, and the clear sky outside once again has your eyes wandering to it. It seems that you are not the only one getting distracted, either - even the professor keeps tapering off at the promise of an afternoon outside in the gorgeous spring weather. "Well," the professor says, shuffling the papers in front of her. "That's all for today. Please revise over the material and we'll discuss it in further detail next time. You are all free to go." You're only too happy to comply, putting your things away and scrambling to your feet. Everyone else is hurrying to get outside, pouring down the stairs to the doors, chattering to one another as they go. Normally you love going to lectures, but it's just too nice outside to be cooped up indoors. You push open the doors and step outside, a muted sigh of pleasure leaving your mouth. Your university, the Royal Academy of Magic, has the reputation for being tough, but so far, you've been enjoying the work. Learning about the different faces of magic, its uses, and the history of it, it's all so very fascinating to you. You've been able to use magic since you were young, but it's studying it here that will really help you unlock your true potential, and hopefully give you a concrete idea of what to aim for with your career. So far there are so many options a magic-user might do that it's been a little overwhelming trying to decide. As you cross the lawns, grass crunching beneath your feet, you decide to swing by your dorm first to drop off your books - they may contain a lot of knowledge, but damn if they're not heavy - your mother pointed out that you've developed something of a slouch since you started studying here. "I'm back!" you call as you push open the door of your dormitory. "Huh?" Kendou looks up from her bed, where she has a couple of books sprawled out next to her head, notes scribbled in the margins of her notebook as she looks over her textbook. Her red hair spills down her shoulder, coming loose from its signature ponytail. "You're back early!" "Yeah, they let us out sooner than I expected," you reply with a shrug and a small laugh, dropping your bag on your own bed and stretching, wincing as a kink in your shoulder pops. "Oh, well, that's good timing, someone came by earlier with a message for you," Kendou says, pushing herself up into a sitting position, apparently deciding your arrival is a good a reason as any to take a break from studying. "Your mother wants you to go down to the Imperial Research Centre to get your father." "Did she come by here?" you ask in surprise. Normally your mother arranges to meet you after lectures or seminars if she wants to see you during the week, and she's a rather busy woman besides. "No, she left a message at the front desk and someone passed it along," Kendou shrugs. "But she also said you guys are doing something tonight, right?" "Oh, yes, I'd forgotten all about that!" you say, feeling silly that it could

possibly have slipped your mind - you love it when you get to go out for a meal with your parents and often it means one of them has some exciting news to share. "Thanks, Kendou, I'll head over there now." She grins and gives a little wave. “No problem!” You suppose it's fortunate that the Imperial Research Centre is only a short walk from the campus and that you're very familiar with the place, since your father's been working there for so long. Anyway, it's a pleasant walk, the way there is lined with rows of trees that are only a week or two away from growing from dark to light pink and shedding their blossoms. When the street is in full bloom, it's like there's been a wedding. You even find yourself humming as you walk, breathing in the subtle smell of flowers on the breeze, wondering to yourself if the blossom trees were planted before or after the buildings were founded, but either way, whoever was responsible for them made a good call. The Imperial Research Centre is a peculiar building, made of blue stone and with a roof that boasts four conical points, one in each corner, making it resemble a castle from bygone days just plopped in the middle of the city. There's an aura of mystery to it, too, hinting at the all-important, life-changing work that’s always going on inside. If ever cutting-edge technology is released to the public, odds were that the Centre had a hand in making it. The building is cooler on the inside than it is outdoors, powered by a system designed to spread cool or warm air throughout the entire building, depending on the system. You approach the front desk, wishing that you'd thought to bring a jacket, because it’s always cold in here during the warm seasons, and the receptionist glances up on you with a slightly dismissive expression on her face. It's probably because she thinks you're an overeager student or some hapless intern, it's very rare a researcher your age would be able to work here. "May I help you?" the receptionist asks in a cool, professional tone. "Yes, I'm here to see my father," you reply. "He's one of the vice executives here." You give his surname, and the woman pauses. Is that a trace of nervousness you can see? "He's downstairs in Containment Room 1A," she says, checking a sheet of paper on the desk, which is littered with various papers, random pieces of stationary and one of those magitech intercom systems that they use. They have something similar at the Academy too, though of course, the Centre get the most high-tech version of everything. "All right, thanks," you say, turning to head for the elevator. "Wait!" the woman cries out and you glance back, confused. "I'm sorry, but you can't just walk through here, especially to the lower levels! You don't have the clearance and it can be dangerous." You scoff in disbelief. You have visited your father here before, many times, and this has never been a problem for you before. You always just tell them who you are and then get a visitor's pass. You even know some of the codes to the doors, thanks to waiting around for your father to finish work so often. "Well, please can you have someone go fetch him for me?" you ask, going to reluctantly perching on one of the chairs in the waiting area. "Can't it wait?" the receptionist asks impatiently, and maybe it can, but her attitude is starting to piss you off, so you shoot her a frosty smile you've perfected after watching your mother pull a similar face at people who don't meet her standards. "No, it can't." The woman sighs but she dutifully presses a button on the intercom system and speaks quietly into it for a moment or two, while you idly pick at a loose thread on the chair you're sitting on. She then glances back at you, eyebrows raised. "A messenger has been sent down to speak to him. Hopefully he should be upstairs shortly." "Thank you so much." you reply sweetly, the last words with heavy emphasis. After that, the two of you sit in a mutually frosty silence, with the woman sorting through paperwork on her desk and occasionally

directing people who approach her desk to the correct floor (which seems redundant to you - why can't people just read the clearly printed sign on the wall next to her desk ?), while you flick through some glossy magazines without actually taking in a single word. But you're not leaving until you've spoken to your father. Minutes tick by and you start drumming your heel lightly on the floor, leg jiggling with impatience. You wonder if the woman just lied about sending a messenger down to the Containment Room in an effort to pacify you, in the hopes you'll just get bored and leave. You grit your jaw at the thought, ignoring how cold you're getting, sitting here doing nothing. After maybe ten minutes, a man in a lab coat approaches the front desk, leaning over to speak to the woman. "Kino, could you come with me a moment? Hannah can start her shift." "Oh, I'll be right there!" Kino says, flustered, getting out from behind the desk and following the man as he walks briskly down the corridor, without a backwards glance at you. No doubt her replacement will be along any moment - perhaps she's running late? But you don't plan on sticking around. As soon as the receptionist rounds the corner, out of sight, you spring up and walk briskly across the room to the elevators, stabbing the button and stepping through the doors. You don't bother to fight the smile that spreads across your face as the doors slide shut. ~ "Father?" There's always something slightly creepy about the lower floors. The orbs lining the walls that are designed to keep the machinery running in case of a power shortage cast an eerie glow in the corridors, washing everything with a pale blue light that makes it seem far colder than it actually is. It reminds you a bit of walking through a tunnel of ice. Your boots click on the stone floor as you follow the lights to Containment Room A1. Finally, you reach the double doors leading inside, flanked by two windows each side. You can see your father inside, his back to you, so you rap on the windows. Nothing. You try again with more force, hurting your knuckles, but he still doesn't turn around. Perhaps it's soundproofed, so whatever's out here can't disturb whatever's going on in there? You glance at the keypad next to the doors, but you've never been to this particular room before so the code for the doors on the upper level is unlikely to be the same one for down here. Then you see movement, shadows beneath the crack between door and floor, and the doors slide open with a mechanical swish and two scientists in lab coats come out, comparing notes and murmuring together excitedly. You slip inside before they can slam shut again, unwilling to stand outside in the chilly corridor for any longer than necessary. "Father!" you call out as you enter. But then you stop dead in your tracks. Ahead of you, trapped behind some kind of containment field...is a monster. "What-?!" you hear your father say in surprise at his daughter suddenly marching through the doors. "What are you doing in here?!" But you don't answer. You can't look away from what's in front of you, even if you wanted to. You know without being told that this is a demon, but it's certainly not what they looked like in any of your history books. A tall, humanoid being that is undoubtedly male and you can tell from where you’re standing that he’s tall. The demon's huge, black wings arch out from behind him, reminding you of a bat. Two horns jut out from a crown of spiky black hair, but aside from that, you're surprised by how… human he looks. Your cheeks warm up as you notice he is shirtless, peculiar burn marks covering over half of his body and seemingly crudely stitched together like a patchwork doll. Despite that, he's impressively sculpted, sinewy muscles on full display and you know that demons were said to be uncommonly strong. Your eyes drift further down, and you spot a whiplike tail wrapped around one leg, topped with a pointed barb at the end, like a club in a game of cards. His arms are in restraints and so are his

ankles, yet he doesn't seem stressed in any way, leaning against the back wall of his holding cell as though he's waiting for something. "What...is this?" you breathe out, finally turning to your father. "This is our latest research subject," your father replies beside you, also staring at the demon, though his expression is surprisingly somber, considering just how amazing it is that they have been able to capture and contain a demon. You've never seen a live demon before, and something tells you that the one before you certainly isn't any garden variety one. "Director Fuji is very excited about this. It's not every day you see a demon this high ranking." Slowly, the demon stirs, raising his head a little. You're perfectly safe outside the containment field, as well was the multiple other safety measures both inside the cell and out of it, yet the sensation of being watched makes your flesh break out in goosebumps. From beneath spiky fronds of hair, the demon's eyes - so blue they almost don't look real - stare right at you, his gaze alone rooting you to the spot, laying all your defenses bare and leaving you feeling bizarrely naked before that look. Watching you without once blinking or breaking his gaze, his lips part in a sneer to reveal two rows of teeth, the fangs sharp and white as an icicle. You find yourself holding your breath as your father speaks again. "Sweetheart, meet Dabi."

#Dabi #My Hero Academia #Dabi x Reader #my hero academia #Touya Todoroki #Boku No Hero Academia #BHNA #Fanfiction #Reader-Insert #F!Reader #Demon AU #Supernatural AU #Writing

[storydays]

Season 1, ep 7, p1

(3rd POV)

Korra frowned, as she switched the washcloth to place on your sweaty forehead. Apparently you made yourself sick from worry. You've been unconscious for about 3 days and your fever finally broke. Your (h/c)  was plastered to your forehead, and she carefully brushed them back, gasping softly seeing your bright blue arrows.

You had your arrows? Korra quickly ran through her lessons on the history of airbenders, and knew they got the arrows when they did something amazing or completed their training. She studied them and thought back to other tattoos she'd seen and realized yours were a at least a few years old.

Groaning cut her thoughts short as you shifted in your bed. (E/C) eyes lazily looked around the room, before you shot up in your bed with wide eyes, rambling. "Holymonkeyfeathers!Whathappened? Igotta--" As you made a move to get off the bed, you groaned, an arm wrapping around your ribs. "(Y/N), slow down! You're still really hurt!" the Avatar cried, helping you lay back down.

You relaxed as she used some cool water to go over your injuries. "KK?" you whispered softly, calling her one of the many childhood nicknames you've given her. She smiled, pausing in her healing. "You haven't called me that in forever." "What happened? Why are you in my room? Why does my body hurt?" You wondered, watching her put the water back in its bowl.

"I have a few questions for you: When did you get your arrows? How long have you had them? What happened to you before you rescued us?" You sent her a raised eyebrow with that ever patient look you were well known for. "Okay.." she sighed before explaining everything.

*A few minutes later*

You placed your head in your hands, gripping your hair slightly. "Tahno really lost his powers? Amon was there and we lost him?" You asked in disbelief. The blue eyed girl nodded. You sighed, before rubbing your temples. "Headache?" she asked, holding out some water and medicine tablets. "Migraine." you corrected, taking the medicine before going to take your pajama shirt off. She told you, your Uncle was the one who changed your clothes while you were out.

"Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?" Korra shrieked, covering her eyes and turning the other way. You chuckled, before finishing unbuttoning your shirt. "Kor, I have a tank top underneath." She turned around, sheepishly, before studying your tattoos. "I've had them since I was 8." you stated simply, hobbling over to grab your hairbrush.

"How come you've been hiding them for almost 11 years? How have I not notice?" Korra watched as you brushed knots out. "I'm not embarrassed of them, not at all. But.." "But?" she prompted. "I would be a bigger target if people knew I was a dual bender, Korra. The sooner you  learn that people are mean, greedy, selfish, and unforgiving monsters, the better." You turned away from her, clearly done with the conversation.

She studied your tense back before standing up and heading for the door. "I'll go get Tenzin." And she left, leaving you to your thoughts. A few minutes later, you heard your Uncle enter. He looked at you to see you looking at your tattoos in thought. "Penny for your thoughts, Nephew?" he asked quietly. "Korra found out about my tattoos. She asked...why do I cover them up." The airbending master hummed, stroking his beard.

"What did you tell her?" "Nothing she doesn't need to know about. No one needs to know but me....not even my father." You met grey eyes in the mirror and saw he was nodding. "Very well, (Y/N). But if your father did know, and I know my brother, he wouldn't be angry with you. No one is." You glared at your reflection, before turning away to go shower.

"I am."

*Timeskip*

You followed Korra to the arena, and left Neo and Naga outside, knowing that they won't cause any trouble. Korra wanted to ask more questions about your tattoos, but by the way you were acting, she knew better. You led her up to the brothers' apartment above the arena and walked in to hear Mako talking.

"I still can't believe they're shutting this place down." "Yeah, we had some good memories here." "Sure did." You said, walking in with a smirk on your face. "(Y/N)! Glad you're up and okay!"They both hugged you and turned to Korra when she spoke up."Guys, guess what? You don't to go back to the streets. I talked to Tenzin and made all the arrangements. You can come live with me and (Y/N) on Air Temple Island!"

"Oh...well we'd love to, but--" "Asami already invited us to live in her dad's giant mansion! From here on out, it's the gonna be the the lap of luxury for us. " Bolin grinned excitedly. "Oh hey Korra......(Y/N)?" You and the Avatar stiffened as said woman's voice echoed.

"I'm glad to see you're up and doing well, (Y/N). I was hoping you'd stop by, Korra." "Actually I was just leaving, see you guys around..sometime." You crossed your arms and avoided Asami's eyes. "What about tomorrow? I'd love for you to come visit the estate." "I don't know..I have some Avatar stuff to do." "Liar." You coughed into your fist, grinning deviously when the Avatar glared at you.

"C'mon Korra. We all deserve a little rest and relaxation after all this craziness. We could swim in Asami's pool. It'll be fun." Bolin said through Pabu with a high pitched voice. You and Korra laughed at the Earthbender. "All right, Pabu. I'll be there." "Great, see you tomorrow!" She left and before anyone could say anything, your stomach growled loudly. Your tanned cheeks turned red and you avoided their giggling gazes.

"Let's go get something to eat." Asami laughed, walking towards the exit, her hands brushing against yours. "Yes! Food!" cheered Bolin as he followed her. "We'll catch up." You said, grabbing Mako by his arm. You waited until the two were out of ear shot before turning to the firebender. "Have you made your decision?" You asked quietly.  

He refused to meet your eyes. "I don't know. They're both great but--" "But nothing, Mako. Asami and Korra are both great people, people with feelings! They deserve someone who will love them and not catch feelings for someone else, someone who can continue to build them up and catch them when they fall. They don't need or deserve someone who has mixed feelings and can't even figure out his own feelings. It's not fair to them, nor is it to anyone else. Get yourself together, because one day, there will be no one to help you!"

Gold eyes stared as you coughed slightly, breathing heavy. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch you. "Don't touch me!" You took a step back, glaring fiercely at him before storming out. As you followed the path out, your thoughts decided to make themselves known. 'Idiot! Why did you get so angry?' You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I've been so angry lately and I'm not sure why..."

"It's because you care so much. " You looked around wildly to see no one there but Neo looking at you intently. You chuckled dryly albeit sarcastically walking over to Neo. "Okay, that wasn't me, there's no one here but you...silly question but did you just talk?" You asked the animal, who cuddled into your hand. "As you've stated before, there's no one here but me...so I believe that is your answer."

"HUH?!"

*Timeskip*

You walked into Air Temple Island, drained from what had happened at the gym.

Neo could talk!

"My polar-bear dog can talk....am I going crazy?" You said softly, so no one could hear you. " Ha, no young one. You can hear me just as well as you hear your family and friends. You truly are special...it's been a very long time since someone has been able to hear their animal companions." You side eyed him before asking, "Can I hear all animals?" "Yes. The spirits have given you amazing powers, and we've been waiting for them to unlock on their own. You have shown us time and time again, that you are kind of heart, courageous, protective, and you love hard. We believe this power will aide us all in the future. "

"Wow, thanks Neo.....uh, is that your name?" You asked, taking his harness off. "Yes. It is the name you gave me, so it is what I will be continued to be known as. " He paused before let out what seemed to be a polar bear dog laugh. "The same goes for Nevermore, Akira, and Gaia. " You hummed before offering Neo a apple, who chewed happily.

"Isn't that interesting."

*The next day*

You had left before Korra since she'd like to figure things out on her own, and had greeted Asami's staff with a smile and good mornings. They were used to seeing you every other week, and quite enjoyed your company. "Good morning, Mr Sato." You greeted the inventor. "Ah, (Y/N), time for your biweekly visit with Asami?" He smiled, walking with you to the guest room, correction your room.

"That's not for another few days, but I decided to come swim with Asami and the others today." Something was off about Hiroshi Sato...but you weren't sure what. "I think you just want to see Asami in the water." smirked the old man, making you blush and stutter. He laughed from his belly. "It's all right, I trust you, (Y/)." he looked from side to side before leaning close to whisper, "I'd prefer if you were with her anyways." He walked away, leaving your tanned face flushed a bright red.

*Timeskip*

You walked out to the pool, and saw Asami sitting on the edge, her back away from you. You grin and used the water to walk silently walk behind her before grabbing her by her waist and pulling her into the water with you. The green eyed beauty grinned as she swam up and looked around for you. You swam under her and put her on your shoulders, grinning up at her. "Hey, naina." She smiled down, her hair still looking flawless. "Hey pita. You're here early." You placed her on the edge, and rested on your elbows next to her.

"You know me: I love being in the water." You smiled as she pushed your bangs back to peer into your (e/c) gaze. "We need to talk..." she spoke softly. "About?" you closed your eyes, leaning into her soft hands, kicking your legs gently in the water. "You said that....you were in love with me." Every instinct in your body was telling you to run, but when you met her earnest emerald eyes, you were stuck to the side of the pool.

"I-I did? Listen, Asami, I know you're with Mako and I shouldn't have--" "Don't you dare, (Y/N), I've--" You heard Mako and Bolin approaching so you quickly swam underwater to the other side of the pool, acting nonchalant when the Earthbender jumped into the pool. "Ooh-cold!" he shivered. You all laughed as the two brothers finally got adjusted to the water and starting splashing.

A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Asami and Mako, when Asami's head butler walked in and announced, "Avatar Korra has arrived." "Hey Korra!" Mako greeted, you waved. "Glad you made it!" Asami grinned. Bolin splashed up and held his arms out. "Welcome to paradise!" He floated on his back, as you dove into the water with Asami. "Looks like you guys settled right in. "Pretty much. Except someone 'forgot' to ask her father if we could stay here."

"Yeah, but I smoothed things over with him. It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission." green eyes rolled playfully, as the two approached. "This is the greatest place in the world! Watch this, watch this." Bolin asked the head butler to dry him and Pabu off. You laughed hard when Bolin jumped right back in and the butler groaned in irritation. "So, Asami, what do you have planned for us today? Let me guess: shopping, makeovers..." Korra drawled lazily as you raised an eyebrow at her.

"Ooh, ooh! I vote makeovers!" Bolin chirped before Mako dunked him under the water. "I have something more exciting in mind." Asami winked at you, grinning to herself when your (s/c) cheeks burned red.

*Timeskip*

You cheered loudly as you drove the Sato mobiles against one of the beta testers. You crossed the finish line, and beamed at Nevermore when she hovered over your shoulder before landing. Korra and Asami approached, with helmets in their arms. "Hey (Y/N), up for a race?" Asami sent a sexy smirk towards you. You grinned widely before putting a helmet on Nevermore's tiny head.

"Let's do it, naina."

*Mini timeskip*

Your car came to the side of Asami's , and you share a smirk with the green eyed beauty and laughed merrily as you won again. "Oh that never gets old!" You turned to the dragon who was shaking with adrenaline. "Oh!" You quickly unbuckled her, and held her at arms length with an apologetic look on your face. "Sorry, girl...should've given you a warning." She huffed steam in your face, annoyed. "Hey...." you warned.

"That was amazing! I didn't think we'd make it." Korra cheered. "Well, you can't be afraid to mix it up sometimes." Asami ran a hand through her hair as the Avatar took her helmet off. "I gotta admit, I had you pegged wrong, I thought you were kind of prissy. Uh, no offense."

You and Asami chuckled as she stuttered nervously. "People usually assume I'm Daddy's helpless little girl, but I can handle myself. I mean, I've been in self defense classes since I was a kid. My dad made sure I would always be able to protect myself. (Y/N) is usually my sparring partner, and he teaches me moves that my instructors would never teach."

You grinned, remembering how fast Asami beat the city's instructors, and finally they turned towards you for help. You've been her instructor for the last 3 years and she's yet to catch up with you. "As cool as that is...I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!!" Bolin did the potty dance dramatically making the group laugh.

"C'mon, Drama King." You joke.

As you guys walked back to the Sato mansion, Asami's hands brushed against yours. You glanced at her from the corner of your eye  and shared a secret smile. 'We'll talk later,' was the message written across her face.

You stopped walking, feeling nervous just from a look from her.

You rubbed your hand over your face and groaned loudly.

'I am fucked....'

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

Peter’s Baby Curls

This is a fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for @wordscorrupt​

Rating: Gen

Warnings: n/a

Summary: Peter gets hit with a de-aging spell

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Tony hates magic. Everyone knows that. He’s sure this is the reason why this evil witch decided to attack. On his birthday, of all days. He just wants to blast the woman to kingdom come, but he knows he can’t – honor and being better than the bad guy and all that blah blah blah Cap says. And the kicker of it is, he’s not supposed to be here. He’s supposed to be on vacation with his family, relaxing on a beach, but no, Steve had to take the Avengers to storm a HYDRA facility in Puerto Rico. Somehow, Capsicle gets the beach, and Tony is left fighting the witch on a stormy, windy day. It’s unfair.

 At least Tony has Rhodey and Peter to help him. Cackling, the witch fires a spell at Peter. It hits him and he falls to the ground. The witch looks surprised, which gives Rhodey the ability to stun her with sonic waves and place the anti-magic cuffs on her wrists. Tony flies down to Peter, but all he finds is his suit, no Peter to be found. What happened to him? Tony is panicking when he hears someone crying. Ten feet away is a toddler that was not there during the fight.

The child cries and rubs his eyes in a way that is eerily similar to… no, it can’t be! Is it? It is Peter – Tony would recognize those curls anywhere. Stumbling out of the suit, Tony walks over to the boy. “Hey buddy. Hey, you wanna go home?” He asks.

“Aun’ May says no talk to strangers,” Peter sobs. “Go ‘way.”

 “Do you want to call Aunt May?” Tony tries again. “Here, we can call her.” He hands Peter his phone. Tony figures the boy is 4 or 5 years old, but he isn’t surprised when he grabs Tony’s phone and dials in May’s number.  She answers within three rings.

 “Hi Tony, what’s going on?”

“Aun’ May?” Peter asks. “Dere’s a guy here who wantsa take me home. You said no strangers.”

“Peter?” She asks, voice getting higher with panic. “Peter, honey, the guy is Mr. Tony. He’s a friend of mine. Can I talk to him, please?”

Peter hands Tony the phone. “May.”

“Tony, what the hell is going on?” She interrupts him. “Why does he sound like he did when he was five?”

“He was hit with a de-aging spell. Can – do you want me to take him to your apartment?”

“I’m on a work shift. Take him to the Tower, but I’m going to ask my boss if he can let me leave now. Put Peter back on the phone and switch me to video call.” Tony complies. “Peter, honey, I want you to go to Mr. Tony’s, ok? I’m at work, but I’m going to leave as soon as I can to pick you up.” Peter’s lip starts to quiver. “Hey, Pete, Mr. Tony has some robots. Ask him if you can see them.”

The robots seem to distract Peter. He looks up at Tony. “Aun’ May says you has robots?” He asks excitedly.

“Yup. How about I take you home in my robot suit?” He nods to the armor behind him.

Tony can see the stars in Peter’s eyes. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Mr. Tony!”

Quickly updating Rhodey, Tony picks up Peter, telling him, “You have to stay still,” and flies back to the tower.  Peter looks in awe when he walks inside and sees the Roombas.

“Mr. Tony, this is so neat! Can I see your robots now?” He jumps up and down excitedly.

Tony grins. His bots will be so excited. “Sure, let’s go.” He gets out of the suit and tells FRIDAY to take care of it. Taking Peter’s hand, he leads him to the elevator. “I have three robots – their names are DUME, U, and BUTTERFINGERS. They’ll be so excited to see you.”

“Why did you name your robot dummy, Mr. Tony?” Peter’s childish giggle echoes in the elevator. “That’s silly.”

Tony leans close, as if to tell Peter a secret. “When I made him, all he wanted to do was run into the wall. After he did it ten times, I said, ‘get back here, you dummy,’ and he stopped and turned around. Now, he thinks his name is DUME so that’s what I call him.” It does his old heart good to see the pure joy on baby!Peter’s face.

When the elevator opens to his lab, Tony is surprised to see Bruce Banner working on a project. Bruce is apparently surprised to see him as well. “Tony! Hi!” He stops short, seeing Peter. “When did you have a kid?”

“Not mine. Hold on a sec,” He tells Bruce. “Pete, look, this is DUME. DUME, shake hands.” The bot enthusiastically reaches down to grab Peter’s hand. Peter takes the claw and shakes it, laughing happily.

“Hello, Mr. DUME!” He says brightly, and DUME had the nerve to look straight at Tony with a smug look on his claw. Tony scoffs at him and shakes his head.

BUTTERFINGERS and U fly over, hearing that DUME made a new friend. They quickly reach down to shake hands as well. “This one is BUTTERFINGERS. She tries to make me smoothies, but sometimes she puts in motor oil. And this one is U. She likes my video camera. She thinks she’s a movie director or something.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss BUTTERFINGERS and Miss U,” Peter shakes their claws, respectively.

Tony hands Peter a rubber ball. “They like to play fetch if you want to throw this. Just throw it that way.” He points to the end of the room. “Nothing over there can get hurt by the rowdy bots.”

After Peter starts to play with the bots, Tony turns back to Bruce, who gives him a worried look. “Tony, what is going on?”

“De-aging spell. I don’t suppose you would know when Thor is coming back, would you?” Tony asks. He knows Bruce has a crush on Thor, and vice versus, but he doesn’t think they’ve done anything about it yet.

Bruce blushes. “Actually, he’s coming back tomorrow.”

“Great. Maybe he can give some insight to this spell.” Tony sighs. “May should be here shortly. I don’t know what’s going to happen. He is adorable, though, isn’t he?”

“He’s an actual ray of sunshine. Ah, to be that young and not have a care in the world.” Bruce smiles wistfully.

The elevator doors open, and Rhodey walks in. “Hey,” he says and pecks Tony on the lips, “FRI said to come down here? What happened? Is Peter ok?”

“He’s ok, but he’s younger…” Tony gestures to the small boy playing with the bots. “Evil witch-bitch hit him with a de-aging spell. Thor’s going to be here tomorrow. I figured he might know. If not, I’ll have to go beg Strange.”

“Oh no, the world would actually end,” Rhodey deadpans, and sometimes Tony just doesn’t appreciate his husband’s sass. Actually, that’s a lie. He loves Rhodey’s sass.

He bumps Rhodey’s hip with him, giving him an affectionate look. He is about to reply when Peter runs back over. “Mr. Tony, can I have some water? I’m thirsty.” He stops when he sees two men he doesn’t know.

“Sure! Rhodey, can you grab a water bottle from my minifridge? Peter, this is Dr. Bruce, my friend and that’s my husband Rhodey. Guys, this is Peter Parker.”

Rhodey hands Peter a water bottle and holds out his fist for a fist bump. “Hi buddy. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Rhodey and Dr. Bruce.” Peter bumps Rhodey’s fist and takes a long drink.

Boss, May Parker has arrived. FRIDAY says.

Peter jumps up. “You have a voice in the ceiling! Mr. Tony, you are so cool! Can we go see Aun’ May now?”

Tony takes Peter and Rhodey’s hands, and they walk to the elevator together, Peter babbling excitedly about all he did today. When they get to the living room, the boy runs over to May and gives her a tight hug. “Mr. Tony is so awesome! He has robots and-and-and a ceiling voice!”

Thank you. May mouths overtop Peter’s head. “That’s great Peter! I’m glad you made some new friends. What next? Are you hungry?”

As if on cue, Peter’s stomach growls. “I guess a little bit.”

“Do you like mac n cheese?” Rhodey asks. When Peter nods, he says, “I made my momma’s recipe for dinner last night. Do you want me to heat some up for you?” Peter enthusiastically assents and follows Rhodey to the kitchen.

“So, what happened?” May asks once Peter is out of earshot.

Sticking his hands in his pockets, Tony rocks back on his heels. “We were fighting a witch, and she hit him with a ‘magic’ beam. It immediately made him a toddler. That’s all I know about it. Bruce said Thor’s coming home tomorrow. I think he’ll be able to shed a little light on it.”

“What am I supposed to do? They’ll kill me if I ask off because right now is our busiest season, but I never left him alone back then. He was too young.”

“If you want, I can ask him to have a sleepover. I can ask Harley to come and spend time with him. And you can just come for dinner or whatever.” Tony suggests.

 Visibly relaxing, May says, “If he will, I would be all for that. Let’s ask him.”

The two of them walk into the kitchen and melt at the sight in front of him. Peter is sitting next to Rhodey eating mac and cheese, getting it everywhere, even in his hair! Every two bites, he would offer one to Rhodey, asking, “Share?”

“Oh, my goodness! Those curls! I forgot how curly his hair was at this age!” May coos, which causes Peter to look up and wave, accidentally throwing pasta across the table.

May takes the seat on the other side of Peter and asks, “Hey Pete, how do you feel about a sleepover?”

“A sleepover?” Peter lights up, then questions. “Will you be there?”

“Well, do you want me to be there?”

“Yes.”

May wilts. “I can be there at night, but I have to go to work in the morning, ok? Mr. Tony asked if we wanted to sleep over, and then, when I go to work, he’s going to bring a friend over. His name is Harley.”

Peter quickly agrees, and Tony texts Harley to come the next day. He also sends a private message to Steve, explaining what happened and asking him to inform the others. Tony then tells Pepper he’s taking the day off to partake in “Irondad” activities, as Clint had dubbed it. Finally, he and the other sit down and watch Finding Nemo before going to bed.

FRIDAY wakes Tony up when May is ready to leave for work. Getting a cup of coffee, he sits on the couch outside Peter’s room. He works on specs on his Starkpad until the boy wakes up and comes out of his room. “Good morning Peter, you hungry?”

“Yea…” Peter yawns. “Do you have pancakes?”

“I can make them – do you want chocolate chip?” Tony smiles at how quickly Peter wakes up.

They are eating breakfast when Harley walks in. “Hey Mechanic. Is this Peter?” He asks.

“Yes. Peter, this is Harley. Harley, Peter.”

Peter smiles at Harley with a mouth full of chocolate chip pancake. “Hi Harley! Want some breakfast?”

“Sure.” Harley pulls out his phone and takes a picture of Peter eating his pancakes, chocolate chip stains on his face. Peter is going to kill him when he gets older.

Tony spends the day playing games with the boys. Peter attaches himself to Harley very quickly, and even though Harley acts a little prickly about it, Tony can tell he’s loves it.

The other Avengers get home and introduce themselves. Everyone sits down to dinner when a loud sound tells them that Thor has arrived from Asgard. He walks in five minutes later, announces himself, and gives Bruce a big smooch. So, they did do something about their crushes. Tony surmises.

Thor takes one look around the room and latches onto Peter. “Hello, and who is this young man?” He asks.

“This is Peter. Peter, meet Thor.” Tony says, sending a message to Thor with his eyes.

Tony’s not sure if Thor got his message, but Thor simply says, “I see. It is a pleasure to meet you, young Peter. Is there food enough for me?” When Tony nods, he takes a seat between Tony and Bruce.

Clint grabs Peter’s attention by doing some kind of childish stunt, and Thor asks Tony quietly, “Is this Peter Parker?”

“Yes, he was hit with a de-aging spell. Was wondering if you know anything.”

“It looks like simple spell-work of an inexperienced magic user. These spells last three days, at the most. With his quick healing, he should be back to normal sooner than later.”

Once dinner is over and everything is cleaned up, everyone settles down to watch a movie. Peter chooses Hercules. By the time the movie is over, he is sleeping on top of Harley, cuddling him. Harley is sleeping as well. Tony throws a blanket over them, and everyone filters out of the room.

He can’t stop laughing when he is woken up in the middle of the night when Peter and Harley wake up screaming because Peter reverted back to his normal age. Maybe they’ll get their heads out of their asses and go out on a date or something.

#irondad and spiderson #the friendly neighborhood exchange #background irohusbands #background thorbruce

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You probably already have received a lot of asks... so just asking, could you do Adrienette with prompt 1? I mean, it's okay if you can't..

HELLO, LOVELY ANON!

WHY, YES!  I MOST CERTAINLY CAN DO THIS ONE!

Enjoy your Adrienette fluff!

(I really enjoyed writing this one...)

WARNING:  CONTAINS SEASON 3 SPOILERS.

If anyone else would like to submit a prompt ask, the list of what’s left can be found here.

Enjoy!

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#1 Adrienette- Were you ever going to tell me? 

Adrien crossed his arms and turned his head as Lila walked onto the set.  He was there to pose with her in a few pictures...not be her friend.  Even listening to her breathe caused aggravation to brew in his gut.  

“Good afternoon, Adrien,” Lila smiled brightly.

He huffed.  “I don’t want to talk to you.  I told you that last time.”

She crossed her arms.  “I don’t know what your problem is.  You should be grateful that I helped Marinette.”

“You didn’t help her at all,” he snapped, “It’s your fault that she got in trouble in the first place.  My father taught me how to be a professional at photoshoots, so I will smile for the camera.  However, don’t expect me to enjoy your company.”

“I thought we were friends.  It would be such a shame if something were to happen to your little girlfriend.”

“Well, it would be a shame if someone heard about your unprofessional behavior on set,” he responded, mirroring her previous statement.

“What?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you that I have an interview after school on Monday?  Nadja can’t wait for me to tell her all about my father’s new muse.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.  Oh, and get it right.  Marinette is not my girlfriend.”

“Could have fooled me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I thought we weren’t talking.”

He stared blankly into her eyes.  “You’re right.  We’re not.”

“It’s just rather odd to see you defend someone like that when she is supposedly ‘just a friend’,” Lila sneered.

“She’s a very good friend...unlike you.  Unfortunately, I don’t think you even know what it means to be someone’s friend.”

“I could say the same for you.  I see the way you look at her, and everyone knows that she’s head over heels for you.  You’d have to be blind not to see it.”

“I thought I asked you not to lie to me again.”

“Oh, Adrien,” she grinned, “This is the furthest thing from a lie.  Just go ask your little friend with the headphones or the stupid girl who thinks she’s a journalist.  Remember, I only tell people what they want to hear so they’ll adore me.  You obviously hate me, so why would I need to lie?”

Before he could answer, someone called their names.  As Adrien lifted his head in the direction of the interruption, an intern ran over and informed them that it was time for the shoot to begin.

 “Come on.  Let’s get this over with,”  he grumbled.

***

When Adrien got home, he closed the door behind him and groaned.  Lila’s words bounced around his brain throughout the photoshoot.  He felt conflicted.

“Plagg,” he began, “do you think that Marinette has a crush on me?”

The Kwami crossed his arms.  “Is cheese perfect for every meal of the day?”

Adrien rolled his eyes.  “Is that your way of saying yes?”

“No, I just thought we were both asking questions with stupidly obvious answers,” Plagg jabbed back.

“So, does that mean you think that she likes me?”

“The girl has pictures of you all over her room.”

“She said that was just for her designs.”

“She stutters around you all the time.”

“That’s not a big deal!  She gets nervous easily.”

“I heard her tell Alya that she’s in love with you.”

“Well, she...wait.  What did you say?”

The black Kwami grinned.  “You heard me.  I get bored.  I like to eavesdrop.  You wouldn’t believe the things I know.  Anyway, as much as I hate that lying girl, she was telling the truth this time.”

Adrien shook his head.  “No, that’s not possible.  Marinette told me that she liked me as a friend.”

“Who says that friends can’t date each other?  It’s better to have an established friendship before starting a romantic relationship anyway.”

“That’s unusually wise of you to say.”

“I am thousands of years old.  Do you really think that this is the first time I’ve watched two idiots fall in love?”

Adrien laughed.  “I’m not in love with Marinette.”

“Uh-huh.”  Plagg did not appear to be convinced.

“Well, what I’m trying to figure out right now is why she kept telling me that she only liked me as a friend every time I asked.”

“Because she’s worried about being rejected by you.  She also cares about you and doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable around her.”

“That’s silly...I would never feel uncomfortable around Marinette.  She’s amazing.”

“Would you feel the same way even if she asked you out and you had to reject her?”

“I...I...reject her?”

“Yes, Mr. I’m-in-love-with-Ladybug.  Reject her.  That would definitely make things awkward between you two.”

Adrien sat down on the edge of his bed.  “She would be sad if I rejected her.”

Plagg nodded.  “Yes, she would be.”

“She’d probably cry.”

“Most likely.”

“Plagg,” Adrien looked up at his Kwami, “I don’t think I could live with myself if I made her cry.  I still feel terrible about the whole statue thing.  She didn’t cry then, but I don’t know what I’d do if she cried.”

The tiny black being shrugged.  “Well, what would you do?”

“I don’t know what I’d do.  Plagg, why don’t I know what I’d do?  I don’t understand.  I’m in love with Ladybug.”

“Right, and how do you feel about Marinette?”

“She’s wonderful.  I care about her, and I would do anything for her…oh…”

“Mmmmhmmm.  And what do you think that might mean?”

His eyes grew wide.  “Do I like Marinette?”

“I don’t know.  You tell me.”  Plagg landed on Adrien’s shoulder.

“But...Ladybug…”

“Is in love with someone else.  Kid, it’s okay to explore other crushes.  Ladybug is not available, and you deserve to be happy.  Besides, it’s not like Marinette would be a replacement.  You have very obviously liked her since you met her.  I called it on day one.”

Adrien thought back to the day he’d given Marinette his umbrella.  He’d brushed off his Kwami’s comment about them being “lovebirds”.  It seemed absurd at the time, but the longer he allowed these thoughts to race through his mind, the more he realized the truth behind his actions on that rainy day.

“I’ve slow danced with Marinette, haven’t I?  I wouldn’t have slow danced with Chloe.”

“Yes, you have.”

“I made her a birthday gift.  I bought Nino’s gift for his birthday.”

“That is also true.”

“She almost kissed me when I pretended to be a statue, but now I feel kind of sad that we didn’t actually kiss.  I mean, I didn’t want her to kiss me without realizing what she was doing, but her lips look like they would be soft.  I...I...don’t understand.  Plagg, what’s happening?”

“You finally decided to stop being an oblivious idiot and think about someone other than Ladybug for a change.”

Adrien pouted.  “Hey!  I tried going out with Kagami!”

“Didn’t you ask Marinette to go with you on that pathetic excuse for a date?” Plagg teased, “And then didn’t you leave Kagami when you saw Marinette fall down?  Why did you do that?”

“Because I don’t want to see Marinette get hurt.  The thought of something being wrong with her terrifies me.”

“Why?”

“Because I like her.”

“What was that?”

“I...I like Marinette.  Ohmygod...I like Marinette.  The Marinette.”

“Good,” Plagg nodded, “Now, what are you going to do about it?”

Adrien let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.  “I don’t know if I can do anything about it.  My heart belongs to Ladybug.”

“And yet you still like Marinette.  I think you just found room in your heart for someone else.  Also, Ladybug’s heart isn’t available for Chat Noir, but Marinette’s heart is available for Adrien.  If you like bakery girl, you should go for it.  I think you’ll find that it’ll make you very happy.  A relationship with Marinette could be fulfilling and enlightening.  Things might just surprise you.”

“What?  How?”

“Don’t worry about it.  Just trust me.  I know things.  This could be a very, very good thing for you.”

Adrien paused for a moment before answering.  “You know what, you’re right, Plagg!  One date with Marinette can’t hurt, right?  It might even turn into something incredible.  After all, she is an amazing girl.”

“Awesome, kid.  Glad I could help.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m well over my allotted words of wisdom for the day.  If you need me, I’ll be in the trash can.”  Plagg zipped away, leaving Adrien alone with his thoughts.

It was a Friday, and he had a relatively clear day tomorrow.  Usually, his photoshoots took place on Saturdays and Sundays, but today’s shoot was the only one he had scheduled for the weekend.  All he had was Chinese and fencing in the morning, but he was free all afternoon.

Adrien hopped off his bed, ran out of his room, and bounded down the hallway towards Nathalie’s desk.  He poked his head around the corner and saw his father’s assistant sitting at her desk.  She paused for a moment to yawn before continuing to clack her fingers against the keyboard.

“Hey, Nathalie!” Adrien said cheerfully.

Nathalie looked up.  “Good afternoon, Adrien.  Did you need something?”

“I was wondering if I could hang out with a friend tomorrow afternoon.”

“Who?”

“Ummm...Marinette.”

Nathalie’s eyes widened in surprise.  “Dupain-Cheng?  Will your other friends be there?”

Adrien bit his lip.  “Uh, no?”

She sighed and got up from her seat.  “I will see what your father has to say.  Wait here.”

He watched as Nathalie disappeared behind the door to his father’s office.  Adrien took a deep breath when the assistant returned.

“He will allow it, but you have to be back by 7,” she announced.

“Wait...really?”  Adrien felt giddy.

“Do you want me to ask him again?  I cannot guarantee that you will get the same answer.”

“No!  No!  No!  That’s fine!  Thank you, Nathalie!”

He ran back to his room and shut the door behind him with a smile.  He pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his contacts.  He stopped and looked at the screen as his thumb hovered over Marinette’s name.

“Come on, kid!” Plagg exclaimed, “Just press the button.  I told you that she likes you.  Trust me.  It’ll be great.”

“Yeah,” Adrien said in an attempt to encourage himself, “okay.  Sure.  I can do this.”

“Good!  Just rip it off like a band-aid.”

He pressed the call button and panicked.  “Ahhh! No, Plagg!  What have I done?  Oh, no?  What do I do?  It’s ringing!”

Plagg flew up to Adrien’s face and pushed the phone closer to his ear.  “Just talk to her!”

“H-hello?  I...uh...A-Adrien?”

“Oh, um, hi, Marinette.”

“D-did need...um...something?  Ugh...I’m sorry...did you need something?”

“Uhh, yes.  I’m just going to say it.  Okay, so, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch or something with me tomorrow.  Then I was thinking we could hang out for a bit afterward...only if you want to that is!  Maybe go to a movie?  You don’t have to, but I really wanted to spend time with you.  I suck at this...I’m trying to ask you out, and I’m not doing a good job.”

“Wait...are you serious?”

“Um...yes?”

“C-could you...I...oh, wow...I need...just a minute!”

Adrien heard shuffling on the other line and what sounded like a muffled scream.  He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry upon hearing her reaction.

“Okay...sorry about that.  I...yes.  Yes, please.”

“Really?”

“Adrien, I would really like to go out with you.”

“Wow.  That’s amazing!  Alright, ummm...can I pick you up at 1?  I have some lessons in the morning, but I’ll be free after that.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.  I’m cooking...I MEAN LOOKING...looking forward to it.”

“Me, too, Marinette.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mmmhmmm...yes...see you tomorrow!”

Adrien pressed the end call button and pumped a fist into the air.  “I have a date with Marinette!  OH WAIT...WOW...oh, no.  I have a date with Marinette.  She said yes.  What do I do?  What do I wear?  What?  I...help…PLAGG!”

The Kwami flew over to his holder and placed a hand on his cheek.  “Breathe, kid.  It’s okay.  The hard part is over.  She said yes, and you get to go have fun tomorrow.  This is a good thing!”

“But...what if I mess everything up?”

“That’s not going to happen.  Remember, she’s already in love with you.”

Adrien sighed and nodded his head.  “Once again, you’re right.”

“I’m glad you’re finally listening to my all-knowing wisdom.  Feel free to pay homage to me with an offering of delicious camembert.”

  “Come on,” Adrien rolled his eyes and beckoned his Kwami to follow him, “a new shipment came in today.”

“If you give me extra I’ll be well behaved on your date tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

***

Adrien ran his fingers through his hair and swallowed before walking into the Dupain Cheng’s bakery.  Sabine looked up and smiled upon seeing him enter the store.

“Hello, dear!” She walked over to him and guided him past the counter.  “Marinette is getting ready upstairs.  She is very excited for whatever you have planned.  You can head on up into the apartment.  My husband is there.  I know he wants to say hello to you, as well.”

“Oh...uhh...thank you, Mrs. Cheng,” he said politely.

Adrien walked through the store and up the stairs.  He stood outside the apartment and knocked three times.  He took a step back as Tom swung open the door.

“ADRIEN!” Tom boomed, “It’s wonderful to see you, son!  Please come in!  Marinette will be down in a moment.”

“T-thank you, sir,” Adrien responded with trepidation.  (He still remembered the time Marinette’s father got Akumatized from a date with Chat gone wrong, and he did not want history to repeat itself.)

“Oh, my boy.  There’s no need to be nervous.  Marinette is head over heels for you.”

“She is?”

“Of course!  You should hear the way she talks about you.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint her.  I hope she has fun today.”

Tom clapped a hand on his back.  “Son, you could go stand on a bridge in the rain all day, and she would still be happy to spend time with you.”

Adrien chuckled.  “If you say so, sir.”

“I know so.  And I also know that my daughter will be in good hands with you today.  I hope I’m correct in thinking that.”

“Yes, Mr. Dupain.  I will take good care of Marinette today and always.  I care about your daughter, sir.”

“I can see that.  Thank you.  Now, she gets a little...let’s say...jumpy sometimes.  It doesn’t mean that she isn’t having a good time.  Just be patient with her.”

“PAPA!” Marinette called out while descending the stairs, “Why would you tell him that?”

“Because it’s true, my little macaroon,” he teased, “Is it so bad for a father to want to watch out for his favorite daughter?”

Marinette groaned.  “I’m your only daughter, papa.”

Tom kissed the top of her head.  “All the more reason to care.”

“Sorry,” she said, turning to Adrien.

Adrien attempted to speak, but all he could do was gape.  He knew that Marinette was pretty, but he’d never seen her look so stunning before.  Today, she wore a spring green, a-line dress with a white cardigan.  She had on strappy sandals, and her hair fell in waves around her face.

Tom laughed.  “It looks like someone else may need a little time, as well.  How are you doing there, son?”

“I, uhh…”  Adrien could feel his cheeks heating up.  “I’m okay.  I just...you look really beautiful, Marinette.”

Marinette squeaked, and her face turned bright red, as well.  This caused Adrien to chuckle.

“This is Marinette.  She’s amazing.  You have nothing to worry about.  You can do this, Agreste.  God...she looks so cute like that,” he thought to himself.

Adrien shook his head and held out his arm.  “Shall we?”

She smiled (and his heart melted).  “Okay.”

Tom beamed.  “Alright, you two.  Have a wonderful time!  Call me if you need anything!”

When Marinette linked her arm with his, his knees almost gave out.  He took a deep breath, and gently pulled her closer.  He let go long enough for her to safely walk down the stairs and into the bakery.  He could hear her mother sigh happily as they walked out the door.

Adrien opened the car door and waited for Marinette to slide into the cabin.  Once she was seated, he ran to the other side and got into the car.  

“So...um...go where...uh...where are we going?” she asked, keeping her eyes on her lap.

He leaned over and grabbed her hand, causing her to gasp.  “I was thinking we could get lunch and then go to the movies.  Unless there’s something else you wanted to do?”

She shook her head and smiled.  “No, t-that grounds sate...I MEAN...sounds great.  Ugh...I’m so sorry.  My dad was right.  I just need a minute.”

“Take as much time as you need.  There’s no need to be nervous around me.  I mean, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little anxious about our date, but I’m really excited to spend time with you.  I think you’re incredible, Marinette.”

“Wow...really?  I think you’re incredible, too.  I always have, and...I can’t believe I just said that.”

“I can’t believe you never told me.”

“I...what?” she pulled her hand back and her eyes grew wide.

Adrien offered her a soft smile.  “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“About?”

“I kind of found out about your crush.  That’s why I asked you out.  I realized that I wanted to spend more time with you and….and well, I really care about you.”

She looked up.  “I almost did tell you.”

“What?”  He was confused.  “When?”

“Umm...when you were driving me home after the wax museum a few months ago.  I almost told you, but you told me that you were in love with someone.”  Marinette bit her lip.

He deflated.  “Jeez.  I’m so sorry about that, Marinette.  That must have made you feel awful.  Ugh...I was such an idiot.  The truth is, I did have feelings for someone else, but I...also kind of have feelings for you.  I think I always have...I was just too dense to realize it.  Don’t worry about the other girl.  It doesn’t matter anymore.  It’s you I want to be with.”

“D-do you really mean that?”

He held out his hand for her to take.  “Yes, Marinette.  I do.  I wouldn’t have asked you out on a date if I didn’t think so.”

She took his hand again.  “Okay.”

“How about we do our best to have some fun today?  What do you say?”

“I would really like that.”

“Good.  Because we just got to our first destination.  Shall we?”

She giggled.  “We shall.”

Adrien hopped out of the car, ran to the other side, and opened the door for Marinette.  His stomach did a happy flip when she reached over and laced her fingers between his.  He led her into a small cafe.  They ordered and talked happily while they waited for their food to come.

“So, you’re telling me that Lila just appeared at one of your photoshoots one day?”  Marinette did her best to stifle a laugh.

Adrien rolled his eyes.  “I’m telling you, it was the weirdest thing.  I don’t know how she pulled it off with my dad, but sheesh.  It must have been one heck of a lie that she told.”

“Her and her lies.  Do you think she’ll ever learn?”

“I hope so.  Until then, we’ll just have to watch out for each other.”

“I’d like that.  We could be partners.”

“Marinette,” he began, “I’d never let anything bad happen to you.  I hope you know that.”

As if on cue, an explosion shook the ground and shattered the cafe window.  Adrien was blown back by the force of the blast and landed against a wall.  He rubbed his side and groaned as he scanned his surroundings.  Panic began to settle in his gut when he couldn’t find Marinette among the patrons in the cafe.

“Marinette!” he called out, hoping for an answer.

His breath quickened when he did not receive a response.

“Kid,” Plagg whispered from behind his collar, “Just transform.  Ladybug needs you.”

“No,” Adrien protested, “I need to find Marinette.  She might be hurt.”

“She’ll be fine once you defeat the Akuma.  Now, let’s go.”

He knew that Plagg was right.  “Fine.  But if I see Marinette, I will be rescuing her.”

Adrien jumped through the glassless window and ducked into an alleyway behind the cafe.  He opened his collar to release his Kwami, but before he could call for his transformation, the presence of a second person caught his attention.

“TIKKI, SPOTS ON!”  Marinette yelled, allowing the Miraculous magic to wash over her and transform her into Ladybug.

“Oh.  My.  God.” Adrien couldn’t move.

“Oh, no.  No! No! No! NO!  This can’t be happening.”

“But it is.”

“Adrien, I trust you, but you can’t tell anybody.”

When his brain began functioning again, he shot her his most Chat-like grin.  “Don’t worry, my lady.  This cat wouldn’t dream of telling anyone that his Purr-incess was also his Bugaboo.”

Ladybug slumped over.  “Ohmygod, you’re Chat Noir.  Of course...jeez...that makes so much sense.  Alright, kitty.  Transform.  We have a lot to talk about during the rest of our date.”

“You...you still want to go out with me?”

“Yes, you stupid cat!  Now, transform because I’ve been waiting a long time for this date, and I am not going to miss it because of freaking Hawkmoth.”

Adrien transformed and stood before her as Chat Noir.  “I’m ready whenever you are, my lady.  Lead the way!”

She poked his nose, unsheathed her yo-yo, and swung off into the action.  Chat extended his baton and followed her across the rooftops.

“I knew I would be in love with whoever was behind that mask,” he thought with a smile.

He couldn’t wait to get back to their date.

AO3

#Were you ever going to tell me? #ficlet #oneshot #ml season 3 spoilers #miraculous ladybug #ask prompt #one shot #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrien x marinette #fluff #identity reveal

[mrmallard]

Top 5 Media Experiences of 2020

The Good Place

Persona 5

Becoming Invested in the Weepies

Completing Final Fantasy X-2

Bojack Horseman

I'm a Ted Danson fan. Wasn't too flash on Cheers, but I grew up with Becker and I just think his voice, look and style of acting are really cool. My initial interest in The Good Place was to see Ted Danson playing a recent role. I knew the reputation that the show had, and I knew the big spoiler twist (thanks a fuckin lot for turning that into a meme, guys), but I went in with an open mind and expectations that were as clear as I could make them.

And my final thoughts on the show as are follows - The Good Place stands on its own for four great seasons, and it might be one of the best shows of the 2010's.

Personally, I'm not a big fan of redemption arcs - I think it busies up a lot of shows and stuff with plot points they don't necessarily need, and at worst it basically consists of a bad guy gaining a conscience at the last second and dying for it. So if you came up to me at some point in time and told me that one of the best TV shows of the 2010's was a four season long redemption arc, I would have been pissed. The scope of the show is wider than that, asking what it means to be good, and all of the main characters have quirks and idiosyncracies that aren't out and out villainous - but let's be real, The Good Place is a four season long redemption arc.

What makes The Good Place interesting is its focus on the human condition. Any hack can go "my masterwork is intrinsically about the human condition", but The Good Place is actually focused on the human condition. Whether we can improve our own lives and the lives around us through the understanding and implementation of ethics, whether there's a single defining set of ethical guidelines that are objectively the "right" ones, and whether the person we become tomorrow can make up for the person we are today.

This is framed around a focal character who sold placebos to cancer patients, died in a supermarket parking lot after yelling at an environmental activist and dropping a bottle of margarita mix, and spends the first season of the show trying to cheat her way into a heaven she doesn't belong to.

The Good Place proves itself to be a very philosophical show, exploring different ethical frameworks and their relationship with human impulse. Every episode is about the characters fumbling through a dozen different patterns of thought, applying it to their worldview and slowly becoming better people. It also involves post-life bureaucracy, the grey area between straight good and straight evil, and the growing complexity of the world affecting the morality of simple, daily actions.

I could leave it at these grand platitudes, but the show wouldn't work on those concepts alone. The core cast of characters all work exceptionally well together, and it's their relationships with each other that make those concepts as meaningful as they are. Seriously, by the end of season 3, I was tearing up. I outright cried over the finale. The characters are phenomenal, and how they grow and support each other over the course of the show is the real meat of the experience.

And just for the record, since he was the reason I started watching the show - Ted Danson is fan-fucking-tastic in The Good Place. But he's one aspect of a greater whole, and I'm glad he was the impetus for me watching this show because it introduced me to something incredibly thought provoking and emotionally intelligent.

While I'm talking about the acting, everyone is fantastic in this show - Kristin Bell has a great performance over the course of this show. William Jackson Harper is incredible as Chidi, I want to see him in more things - he was one of the best characters in Midsommar, so between this and that I really hope he gets more recognition and more work. Jameela Jamil is a delight all throughout the show, with her own journey of growth punctuated with the most ridiculous name drops ever. And while Manny Jacinto's character has been criticized, the contrast between his first and last moments on the show is unmatched and his character is instrumental in the plot happening the way it does. They all appeal to a specific niche, and they round each other out incredibly well. All four actors did an exceptional job here, and the result is one of the most thought-provoking and emotionally resonant shows I've ever seen.

Also, D'Arcy Carden steals the show as Janet. The way Janet develops over the show is incredible, and it took an incredibly nuanced performance for it to progress that naturally. D'Arcy Carden is the unsung hero of this show, and she deserves all the praise in the world.

The Good Place is one of those shows where you need to watch the first season before you decide to drop it. It's a bit silly to begin with, and while it never loses its humor sensibilities, you would be doing yourself a disservice to watch a few episodes, get turned off by the humor and tune out. By the time episode 8 rolls around, the show has hit its stride, and the best content of the season is still on its way. The way everything ramps up has to be seen to be believed.

The Good Place is my #1 favorite thing of the year. I can't spill my guts about it enough - now is the perfect time to check it out, because it ended this year and it's all on Netflix/DVD/Blu-Ray. Above any of my other interests this year, I would urge anyone reading to give The Good Place a try. It's a superb series.

#the good place #top 10 #i kept this post as spoiler free as possible

[callioope]

I’ve been vague about what has been going on in my life intentionally, both because I needed to tell some people offline first and because it’s a lot to process. 

But here is what happened: I am in the process of miscarrying.

I thought it might help to share my story. Miscarriage is more common than people realize and rarely talked about. If someone can benefit from my story, all the better, but mostly this is to help my grieving and coping process.

This is pretty detailed, so trigger warnings and all that.

Exactly one month ago, I read the results I had longed for: pregnant.

Today, I’m sprawled out on the couch in the most excruciating pain I’ve ever experienced. 

They don’t tell you that miscarriage is a process.

We’ve been trying to conceive since the end of last June. It was taking so long, I was convinced I’d be scheduling a fertility consultation this coming June. They tell you if you’re under 35, to give it a year. Before we started trying to conceive, I’d tell anyone about how time speeds up the older you get. It makes sense logically, of course, when a year is 1/5 of your life, it sure seems long, but went its 1/32, well... 

But this has been the longest eleven months of my life. The first month we started trying, I had an unusually long cycle. 39 days. I was so sure I was pregnant. My breasts had been hurting for two weeks. Husband and I were vacationing in Minnesota to see Aston Villa play. I bought a pregnancy test, beaming, excited, and was puzzled by the negative result. A week later, when my period came, I cried to my mother, and she said something about the universe saying I wasn’t ready or something. Whatever it was sounded bleak and ominous to my ears. It sounded like it meant I’d never be ready. 

The fall was busy and stressful, and despite all the tedious ovulation test strips, nothing happened except somehow, my period got lighter month by month. I was pretty sure something was wrong with me. I thought I had a UTI. (I was actually stressed and dehydrated, which I eventually remedied.) While I cried at a Sara Bareilles concert in November, my mother told me that her OBGYN said it can take as much at 9 months for the body to recalibrate after being on the pill.

Speaking of which. I’ve been taking the pill for over a decade. For the most part, I took it correctly. There is some leeway to taking it incorrectly, for the record. You can miss two pills in a row and it still has instructions for what to do (while cautioning to be safe and use extra protection). Maybe only once did I ever have to throw out a pack for missing too many in a row. 

(This is maybe neither here nor there, but rebelcaptain accidental pregnancy fics have become a bit of a pet peeve for me. Jyn and Cassian are far too careful and intentional to let that happen, and it is so easy to be responsible since there are so many birth control alternatives these days that don’t even require reliance on routine or memory.)

So, of course, the concern lately is that clearly 10+  years on birth control has messed me up. I do not know this objectively (what I do know is that I have OCD and anxiety and obsess over Everything That Can Go Wrong), but the point is that birth control really can have consequences that I don’t think are necessarily fully understood or studied. DO NOT GET ME WRONG, USE BIRTH CONTROL. My only regret is what I didn’t know.

I learned too late, but a lot of conception advice articles tell you to quit the BC as soon as possible. Even if my mom’s OBGYN is wrong, the general advice does seem to be that it can take up to 3 months for your body to recalibrate. So, if by any chance someone reading this is thinking about conceiving soon, if you take nothing else away from this rant, take this. I wish I had stopped taking the pill a few months before we actually intended to start trying.

After ten months of all this worrying, I finally got what I’d longed for. The moment I saw that positive result, it felt so surreal. There had been little things leading up to that moment, strange hints and signs, like I knew subconsciously even before a test would have been positive. I wrote that Howl’s Moving Castle pregnancy fic before I knew. I started learning “Here Comes the Sun” on my ukulele before I knew (it’s... silly, but I decided I wanted to learn the ukulele because I wanted to be able to play that song for my kids some day). It involves finger picking, so I’d been putting off learning it, but one day I just decided it was time. And finally, I decided to watch the latest season of Brooklyn 99. I’d avoided it because I knew Amy & Jake were also trying to conceive, and it was too emotional for me to watch that when I was so frustrated for how long I was taking. (Of course I didn’t realize they also had trouble, and watching it actually felt cathartic for me.) I got that positive result literally the next morning. 

I spent Monday, April 20, making checklists and spreadsheets. I set my first prenatal appointment for May 8. Those two and a half weeks were the slowest of my life. They stretched out like a rubber band. I couldn’t really focus on anything except this pregnancy I’d waited so long for. That’s probably why time moved so slowly. I wasn’t filling it with the hobbies I enjoyed, writing and playing my ukulele. All my overwhelmed brain could handle was the hilarious distraction of Community. Yeah, this is also around the time I disappeared from fandom. It was originally for a happy reason, I was just too excited to focus!

I know many women who have miscarried. The data seems to vary from source to source, but anywhere between 10% to 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage. I couldn’t wait to get to the doctor to confirm everything was okay. I wondered if they would do an ultrasound; I dreamed of seeing a fetus on that screen.

We started talking about how we were going to tell our family. We wrote a pretend promotion letter for my sister, promoting her from “sister” to “aunt” (she’s a badass at her job and we had recently been talking about her promotions so it was thematically relevant). We planned to do a video call with my parents where we played Quiplash and created custom answers related to the pregnancy. 

But we never got that chance. On May 8, I went in for my first appointment. I’d spent the last three days sewing a mask because the ones we ordered still haven’t arrived yet. So all the time I would have spent preparing myself for the worst (as is my way) was spent instead distracted by sewing and finishing up Community. 

They took me to an office first and went over medical history questions. “Any morning sickness?” the nurse asked. “Not at all,” I said. “Should I be worried?” “No,” she answered. “Consider yourself lucky!” 

(For the record, many women who carry to term do not ever get morning sickness.)

(It was just one of those unfortunate exchanges.)

Then the exam with the doctor. All in all, it’d probably been 30 or 40 minutes by this point, all of this excited talk. I was going to tell my parents on Mother’s Day. My due date was Christmas.

I video call my husband just in time for the ultrasound. 

There was no embryo. 

The doctor said a lot of women are ovulating later in their cycles due to the stress of the pandemic. At the time, I thought maybe. Hope is funny like that, in the face of logic. It started to grow like a weed in the cracks of my breaking heart. 

But the thing is, even with that stubborn hopeweed, I knew. I’d been doing this for ten months. I knew when my last period was, I knew when I ovulated. I was 7 weeks and 1 day, and there was no embryo, and that was it.

The beginning of the process of miscarriage. 

Technically, it’d started a few days before that appointment, but I was distracted at that time. I’d noticed one morning that there seemed to be more hair in the shower floor than there should be. 

Dots started to connect. My breasts had stopped aching. Now, they started to shrink back to their original size. 

This happened over several days. I felt certain I would miscarry on Mother’s Day; fortunately, that did not happen. No, enough days had to pass for that hopeweed to prosper. Only then, when it whispered maybe would I start spotting and cramping. 

On Tuesday, the second ultrasound confirmed what I already knew. Not viable. Missed miscarriage. Technically, the prescription the doctor hands me reads “missed abortion.” “It’s just the technical term,” the doctor explains, acknowledging that many women might find this triggering. 

I don’t cry as much as I did. I only cry when I tell people. It seems important for people to know, just in case. Just one person in the relevant circles of my life. I had to tell my boss to explain the sudden uptick in unexpected doctor appointments. (I’m Rh negative, so I needed to go to the hospital to get bloodwork and a Rhogam shot -- and being in a hospital these days in anxiety-inducing enough without this trauma.)

It still feels surreal. All of this happened in one month. Somehow my life has changed completely and then reverted back. This is just a blip in my life, relatively, and yet it seems the longest month of my life.

In movies, in stories, miscarriage seems to go the same way: a flash of bloody sheets, a shout of shock and pain, and then grief. I never knew how it really goes: that it would stretch out for weeks, from the moment I saw that first ultrasound to now, twelve days later, just starting to bleed. I’ll have to go back for another ultrasound to confirm it’s done, and if it’s not, then I’ll need surgery. 

This speaks nothing of the grief. 

And then it’s back to square one, a whole year later: ovulation tests and endless waiting. 

It’s been a whole month; it’s been only a month, and miscarriage is a process. 

#tw: pregnancy #tw: miscarriage #the latest with liz #this is detailed and specific #not for everyone #it's part of my grieving process #it's been a month and i thought it might help to say something

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 11

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Redemption Week - Jive 2.0

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.5K

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A/N: So! Some fun stuff in this one! I included a fun dance for rehearsal since the routine they’re doing is a repeat! I like fun new dance content y’all. Also, a lil BoRhap reunion in this one! Hope y’all enjoy!

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4  Week 5 Week 6  Week 7  Week 8  Week 9  Week 10

Week 11 here we go!!!

“We made it to the semi-finals!” you cried excitedly, hugging Ben as you entered rehearsal together. “Can you believe it?”

“Hardly!” he returned through a laugh. “We’ve been working so hard, and it feels like it’s really paying off.”

“I know!” you said. “I’m so proud of you, I could scream!”

“Please don’t scream,” he chuckled.

“I won’t, but oh my God! This is amazing!”

You beamed at each other for a moment.

“So, what’s this week’s dance?” he wondered.

“I actually don’t know,” you told him. “This week is the week we re-do a dance we did earlier this season to show how much you’ve improved. One of the judges will meet us here and will tell us which dance they’d like to see us do again.” 

“I hope they choose the waltz,” he said.

You chuckled. “But we just did that one.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I really loved it.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “But until the mystery judge gets here, I brought some friends to keep us company during rehearsal today.”

His brow furrowed. “Who?”

“Come in, guys!” you called.

Through the door came Rami, Joe, and Gwilym. The latter two had flown in to see the semi-finals and finals of the show and support Ben. They were certain he’d make it to the finals and wanted to be in the audience this week and next. Ben gave a cry of delight and leapt into their collective arms. They all laughed as they embraced him and told him what a great job he was doing. Joe and Rami came over to say hello to you again, hugging you and pecking your cheek. Then Gwilym approached to introduce himself.

“Gwilym Lee,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“You as well,” he returned. “Ben hardly shuts up about you in our group chat, so I’m excited to see you in person.”

You laughed. “That’s funny, he hardly shuts up about the three of you to me.”

Ben bear hugged Gwilym from behind and kissed his neck.

“Thank you for coming all this way,” he murmured. 

Gwil patted his arm softly and smiled. “Of course, Ben. We wouldn’t miss it.”

“What dance are you doing this week?” Joe wondered.

You explained to him what you had explained to Ben about it being a redemption week, so neither of you knew yet. 

“I hope it’s the salsa,” Rami said. “Maybe you’d get to come back, Joe.”

“I don’t know if my body could take that,” Joe laughed. “That was tough. Although, Y/N is a wonderful teacher.”

“Thank you, Joe,” you returned. “You’re an excellent student.”

You all chatted for a bit while you waited for whichever judge to come in. After about ten minutes or so, you hear the door open.

“Knock, knock,” came the voice of Len Goodman.

“Len!” you cried.

He came over and shook hands with you and Ben. He offered a little wave to the rest of the boys. Then he smiled widely at you and your partner.

“Well, I am glad to see you two,” he said kindly. “And I’m glad I’m your special coach this week. You two have done so well and are at the top of the leaderboard. Oh, and congratulations on making it to the semi-finals.”

You and Ben both thanked him.

“This week, the other judges and I want to see you dance your jive again,” he continued. “We thought your jive was great, but now that you’re a real dancer, you can make it outstanding.”

“Okay,” you said with an excited clap. “I’m ready to get started.”

“Just a moment,” Len said. “You’ve brought some friends, but I’ve also brought friends of my own.”

You and Ben exchanged a confused glance.

“Not to worry, Ben,” Len said. “You’ve met them before. Please say hello to Brian May, Roger Taylor, and Adam Lambert!”

“Shut the fuck up!” you yelled, your hands covering your mouth right after.

The three men walked through the door of the studio and your heart skipped several beats. You thought you might pass out. You actually stumbled but Ben caught you. When you were steady, he joined the other boys in greeting the band. You looked at Len, dumbfounded.

“Wh - how?” you wondered.

“They’re all in town and they offered to come and play the song for you and Ben to dance to,” he explained.

You gave Len a hug and then watched while Ben, Rami, Gwil, and Joe talked with the band. Your heart fluttered again, and you weren’t sure what to do. Your thirteen-year-old self’s head was exploding at the idea of being in the same room as Roger Taylor. 

“Y/N, get over here,” Ben said. “Say hello.”

On shaky legs, you approached. You shook each of their hands and they introduced themselves. 

“Hello,” you choked out. When had you gotten emotional?

Ben wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed. “Queen’s music means a lot to her.”

“It does?” wondered Roger. 

“Yeah,” Ben said. He looked at you and gently nudged you. “Tell them.”

“Oh, it’s...not important,” you said. 

“That’s not true,” Ben replied. “Go on, tell them.”

You cleared your throat. “Well, um, my parents met at a Queen concert, so I was raised on the music. My mother passed unexpectedly, and your music was always my way of feeling close to her.”

“What a lovely sentiment,” Brian said. 

You nodded. “I’m honestly in shock that I’m even here with you guys right now. I mean, growing up I was this oddball because my friends were all into Justin Beiber and Zac Efron, and I had Roger Taylor on my ceiling.”

They laughed at that. Then they hugged you and you thought your heart might explode because holy shit you were hugging Brian May and Roger Taylor. 

You looked at Adam. “And you’re honestly amazing!”

He hugged you as well. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“Well, you’ve got a bit of an audience, I think it’s time to start rehearsal,” said Len.

The boys and the band moved to the side. You looked at Ben. 

“How much of the jive do you remember?” you asked. 

“All of it,” he said. 

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “All of it?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not for a second, Hardy,” you said. 

“Wanna bet?” he challenged. 

“Fine,” you returned. “If I win...I get to tell Joe where you’re ticklish.”

“She knows where you’re ticklish?!” Joe cried indignantly. 

“Fine,” Ben agreed with a smirk, ignoring Joe. “If I win, you have to do the routine you did to Body Language when you were captain of your college dance team.”

The others chuckled.

You mouth fell open. “How do you know about that?!”

“Your dad showed me the video,” he returned. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Bring it, Hardy.”

He laughed. “Let’s go.”

You started the music. You felt pretty confident initially because you did the jive so long ago. Ben had to miss a step. But as you danced, you got nervous. He was doing really well. You briefly considered tripping him or something but you didn’t want to play dirty. If you were going to win it was going to be fair and square. 

You suddenly remembered when you were first teaching Ben this dance and you had missed a step. He had teased you for it at the time - and a few times since then - and his eyes teased you now, as if he were remembering it as well. You focused. 

Sadly, you lost the bet. Ben did know the entire jive routine from start to finish and performed it well. When the last notes of the song played, you huffed irritably. He laughed as he backed away toward the wall with the rest of your “audience” in rehearsal. Of course, you were doing this on a day when there were tons of guests in the room. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this in front of Roger and Brian,” you grumbled. 

“Shouldn’t have doubted me then,” he replied. 

“Okay, let the record show, I was a VERY amateur choreographer at the time and I only did half these moves because there was a boy on the football team whose attention I wanted.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” you snapped. “And I gotta say - worked like a charm.”

He frowned and you headed to the other end of the studio with a little smirk of your own. You started the music, this time with Body Language and began.

The routine was only a minute or so, and was sexy in an almost silly way. It was a lot of pelvic thrusts and hair flips instead of real choreography, but at the time, it was a big moment for you because it was your first routine you had ever choreographed on your own. You were not nearly as proud of it now. 

As you danced, though, you couldn’t help but smile, despite the slight embarrassment you felt at performing this in front of members of Queen. It was funny because Ben’s idea was backfiring a bit. He swallowed as he watched you, and heat rose to his cheeks. You lost the bet, but you couldn’t help feeling just a bit victorious. 

When you finished, everyone clapped as you took a sarcastic bow. Laughing, you made your way over to them.

“Well, that would certainly have my attention when I was that age,” Roger joked. 

“Like I said, it worked,” you replied. 

“The guy went out with you?” Gwilym asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. But then he ghosted me shortly after. Not to worry, though, I got him back.”

“How?” asked Joe eagerly.

“Oh, no,” you said. “I’m not telling that story with cameras on me.”

Joe and Ben both opened their mouths to ask more, but Len interrupted.  

“Enough messing about,” he said. “We’ve got a dance to perfect.”

You nodded in agreement, and he started giving feedback on the dance again. He offered suggestions about how you could add to the routine here and there to make it more advanced now that Ben was a better dancer. When you incorporated them, you could tell it made the routine a lot stronger. It really showed what Ben had learned. 

Also, you added a gap where you and Ben would rest while Brian played the guitar solo. Brian insisted that wasn’t necessary, but you cut him off. 

“Sorry, Brian, but it’s too iconic,” you joked. “Legally, we have to let you play it.”

He chuckled and didn’t argue anymore. After a while, Brian, Roger, and Adam left to do their own rehearsal, but not before they all told you how great the dance was. Ben’s castmates stayed. They said a fond goodbye to the band though, and you thanked them again for doing this for you. 

When rehearsal was over, the guys were making plans to go to dinner. 

“Y/N, you wanna come?” Joe wondered. 

“Oh, you guys can catch up,” you said, although you were sad about losing the time with Ben. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not at all,” Gwilym assured you. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” Rami added. “Lucy’s meeting us at the restaurant as well.”

You found Ben’s eyes and he gave you a pleading look. You smiled. 

“Alright,” you agreed. 

As you all took seats around a table at the restaurant, greeting Lucy as you went, Joe looked at you. 

“Alright, I wanna hear the story of how you got that guy back who ghosted you,” he said. 

“Oh, God, I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” you groaned. 

“I want to hear this story as well,” Ben said, looking at you. 

You sighed. “Okay, this is super embarrassing, but that guy was my first time. He took my virginity, then he didn’t talk to me for four days, when I saw him at a party. He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him and started flirting with his friend. Later in the night, I literally looked him in the eyes while I took his friend upstairs.”

“Holy shit!” Joe cried, an amused smile on his lips. 

“That’s amazing,” Lucy said. 

“The funniest part is that I didn’t even sleep with his friend,” you said. “I just made him think I did. And they’re still not friends.”

You took a triumphant sip of your drink as they laughed. You enjoyed the rest of dinner with them, laughing and joking as you held Ben’s hand under the table. You were so grateful to go into the final weeks of the competition with such support. Ben’s friends were incredible. 

That night, as you lay beside him, your mind ran wild. You were having so much fun with Ben, and his friends, but their arrival just hit home yet again that your time together was dwindling down. You were at the bottom of the hourglass. You looked over at his sleeping form, his chest rising and falling evenly in his sleep, and tried to imagine sleeping without him there beside you. Your heart broke at the thought. 

The next day, you had Ben all to yourself in rehearsal. It was nice. You adored everyone who was at rehearsal the previous day, but you truly treasured your time just together now. He was doing really well since he remembered the routine and you were only having to make slight adjustments. 

Dress rehearsal and camera blocking was super fun since you got to rehearse with Queen and Adam playing for you. The other remaining couples were jealous of your celebrity performers. They were incredibly kind to everyone and signed a few autographs for people. You had already gotten one for your father. As well as several selfies. 

As quickly as it started, the week was over. It was showtime again. This showtime was a lot more exciting since you’d be dancing with Queen and Adam Lambert, but still it felt like time was slipping away from you. 

You and Ben were dancing first because the band had to leave before the show ended to catch a flight. Your video package was entertaining because you got to see just how shocked you looked to see the band, even if they did have to bleep out a few words. You smiled at Ben before taking your places. Then you started.

 Dancing with Queen playing felt like a dream come true. And the fact that it was with Ben made it all the dreamier. You dance to your favorite band, with your favorite person in your arms. When you took the break for Brian to play, you couldn’t hold back the yell of support for his talent as you pumped your fist in the air. Ben laughed at you, but quickly recovered to dance again. When you finished, the audience went crazy for the band. Claps and screams and whistles drowned out the ballroom. You and Ben were just as enthusiastic as Brian, Roger, and Adam took a few bows. 

When it all died down, you and Ben waited for the judges remarks. Len went first since he was your coach for this one. 

“Well done to Queen and Adam, I must say,” he began with a nod to the band. “And you two. Well, it was just fantastic. I mean, you just blew me away. The foot work, your frame, the content of the dance, it was all perfect. Ben, no matter what happens, you’ve won this competition.”

The audience all cheered, and you heard Joe’s voice above the others scream that he loved Ben. Ben laughed and blew him a kiss. 

“Ben!” Bruno cried. “The first time you did this dance, we knew you were a serious competitor. Now, you are looking like a champion! Like Len said, your technique was incredible and you really looked like you were having the time of your life out there. Well done, my boy, well done.”

“I’m always having the time of my life with Y/N,” Ben replied, squeezing your shoulder.

You giggled and kissed his cheek while the audience fawned over you. 

“You guys are so sweet,” said Carrie Ann during her turn. “Ben, you have proven, week after week, just how much you belong in this competition. And you just proved it again. Perfect, perfect dance, Ben. And if you’re not in the finals then I’m gonna - I dunno - riot in the streets.”

You all laughed. Tom instructed you to head to the skybox to get your scores. Erin greeted you warmly. 

“You guys!” she cried. “That was amazing! What was it like to dance with Queen playing for you?”

“Oh, it’s - I feel like I don’t even have words,” Ben said. “Do you?”

You shrugged. “No, not really! It was so amazing!”

“So, Y/N, I wanna ask you,” she said. “You’ve been to this point in the competition before. What do you feel like is different between now and then?”

You considered that. “Well, that’s tough to say. Dancing with Ben is different because we have a connection that is hard to describe. Not that James and I weren’t connected - we were - but Ben is just easy. We dance together and it feels natural and fun and perfect. He’s...everything I could ever hope for in a partner and friend.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close to you. He grabbed your head and kissed the top of it. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he murmured, his mouth avoiding the mic. “I love you.”

“That is so sweet,” Erin said, responding to your words as you broke away from Ben. “This partnership has been such a joy to watch. You guys ready for your scores?”

You both nodded and looked anxiously at the judges.

“Ten!” Carrie Ann cried, holding up the paddle. 

“From Len,” Len said. “A ten!”

“Ten!” Bruno added with a punch to the air. 

“Another perfect score!” Erin said excitedly. “Ben, what does all of this mean to you?”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “I can’t - I can hardly believe this. I owe it all to Y/N for being patient with me and supporting me and just being the greatest teacher.” 

He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours as you both grinned. 

“I can’t say it enough, you two are adorable,” Erin said. “Back to you, Tom!”

Tom took the show to commercial. The rest of the show went great and the other couples were amazing, but you and Ben were still at the top of the leaderboard. 

At the end of the show, nerves turned your stomach. This was it. If you and Ben survived elimination, you would be finalists. You stood on the stage, holding Ben tightly to you again. You knew that the show was almost over anyway, but even just one more week with Ben was important to you. Every second felt vital. 

“The first couple to dance in the finale is…” Tom began, and he announced Emma and her partner. 

Ben squeezed you again. 

“The second couple going to the finale is…” Erin said. She announced Alan and his partner. 

You rubbed Ben’s back and gripped his jacket. It was down to you and Ben and Witney and her partner. They had been trailing you all competition. And they had loads of support on social media. You were actually worried.

“And the final couple heading to the finale, to dance for the coveted mirror ball trophy is…” said Tom. 

You buried your face in Ben’s chest. Could this be it? Could you really have made it this far only to lose now? You weren’t ready to say goodbye. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“Ben and Y/N!”

You were so relieved, you could only grip Ben tighter. He released a sigh and lifted you off your feet. You were thankful he did because you feared you might collapse. Tears escaped your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, but Ben gently wiped them away as you both laughed. The roar of the audience sounded quiet compared to the thundering of your heart. You had one more week at least.

As Tom closed the show you and Ben went over to say goodbye to Witney and her partner. They said a kind congratulations to you and Ben.

Then Joe, Rami, and Gwilym were upon you, hugging you and Ben and also shouting their congratulations. You were excited to go to the finale, and the idea of winning the mirror ball was thrilling. But there was still a bittersweetness there. You had one more week together, yes. But that was all you had.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #BoRhap #BoRhap cast #borhap boys #borhap imagine #borhap cast imagine #borhap boys imagine #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagine #Queen #queen imagine #Brian May #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #dancing with ben series

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Hello A lot of times some gk fans complain that some people replace Shiraishi with ogata in the trio. I actually saw two people complain about this today. I don’t know if they were referring to your post. What do you think about this ? What’s the difference between sugi-ogata- asirpa trio and sugi- shira-asirpa trio? I really like your analysis so I would like to know your opinion

Hello, thanks for your question.

First off, everyone is entitled to their own opinion on things and it really depends how a reader understands or connects to the work.

But in regard to the idea that there is one true trio is bit silly.

Since the start, I have always read the first and serious trio to be Ogata-Asirpa-Sugimoto.  These are the first three characters introduced.  Noda-sensei kept Ogata in the back of the readers minds while he was recovering in the hospital.  The fact that Tamai & Co. plus Tanigaki go in search of who ever had attacked Ogata in the first place.  The fact that when he regains consciousness, Tsurumi immediately goes to him.  Ogata was in the background until he reappeared to try to kill Tanigaki whom he was afraid would sell him out to Tsurumi and whom also killed Tamai & Co (as far as Ogata knows at that point in time). 

Another important aspect of Ogata and Sugimoto is that they are frequently shown either in opposition or as mirrors.  Ogata kills from afar and is cold and detached.  Sugimoto kills up front and personal and tries to remember the faces of the men he killed to atone for his acts.  Neither character cries out in pain when hurt by others (and boy did I try to find a scene were one of them does cry out in pain to prove @goldenkamuyhunting wrong.  I couldn’t -_-). 

They both “blow off” wounds or ignore them until they complete a mission.  Both at times throw themselves into situations without abandon.  Both men show little value for their lives at times but their personalities are complete opposites.  Asirpa saw her father in Sugimoto when they first met and both individuals are both and bossy at times.  But Asirpa has a lot in common with Ogata; they use long range weapons, both lost their families or were abandoned.  I think Ogata is a possible outcome for Asirpa if she doesn’t start to take control of her role in the gold hunt.  Chapter 191 saw her trying to detach herself from trauma.  I hope that is a temporary coping mechanism and she doesn’t slide down the Ogata direction.  She did have a very very bad day.

I think a lot of the conflict between Sugimoto and Ogata stem from how they perceive the other in relation to Asirpa.  Sugimoto was livid that Ogata “stole” Asirpa,  I think that on some level Sugimoto sees Asirpa as a kid sister but also sees her similar to Umeko as a female whom he cares deeply about.  Sugimoto was clearly upset that Toraji married Umeko - he told her to marry Toraji and she did but you could tell he was like “But you were supposed to wait for me … but the two of you went ahead and got married without me …” Sugimoto doesn’t say want he needs to say and as a result others move on without his input.

Ogata figured out quickly that Asirpa has a crush on Sugimoto.  He clearly saw that Sugimoto sees her as a kid sister.  I think Ogata wanted to avoid Asirpa becoming hurt by Sugimoto since he knows he romantically has feelings for another woman who is never directly mentioned by Sugimoto.  When Ogata does his fake flashback he’s trying to in part get Asirpa to move on from her crush.  He likely sees the possibility for Asirpa to be hurt like his mother.  I think Ogata in part saw it as tough love for Asirpa to protect her as well as his own need for her to chose him over Sugimoto.  Everyone has more than one thing at play in their interactions. 

But with the events that have occurred, these three characters are going to have to talk to each other.  Sugimoto can’t other and dehumanize Ogata, he just saved him for Asirpa.  Asirpa needs to know why Ogata wanted her approval and trust.  Asirpa needs to realize that she almost killed Ogata and has to find a way to resolve her issues with self-defense vs offensive actions.  And Sugimoto needs to let Asirpa realize that she almost killed him instead of “saving” her by “saving” Ogata who we know he wanted to kill with his bare hands if possible.

Okay, so let’s shift to the Sugimoto-Asirpa-Shiraishi trio.  I think of this as the friendship trio.  They goof around, they all are foodies always enjoying their dinners with lots of statements of “Hinna!” etc.  The anime really highlighted these guys more than the manga does in my opinion - season 2 really uses the three of them grouped as a theme which isn’t as common.  Just watch the opening - Who is the trio?  These guys. Where is Ogata?  Just with some blood splatter, he’s not that important according to season 2.

Now, Noda himself said that Shiraishi wasn’t intended to be a long term character.  Kamuy Central has a section about character models.  Here is the end of the translation.

https://kamuycentral.wordpress.com/2017/12/27/the-model-for-shiraishi-yoshitake/

And here we even have Kamuy Central calling them a trio!  So yes, these guys to form a trio based on food, friendship, and fun times.

Shiraishi wormed his way into Noda’s head and heart so he got a larger role than originally intended.  I like this, Shiraishi is a good character, he isn’t in my top 4, but I like him better than Tanigaki and Koito for example.  Personally, he adds more levity to the manga and he also is as I’ve stated before a lover and not a fighter which shows in how his character has developed from being a selfish loner to a man with a few close and real friends (even though he just buried one of them).  He plays an important role giving the reader a way into how one would feel being friends with Sugimoto but watching how brutal he can be when he intends to kill.  Think of him watching Sugimoto after Hemei’s death … how he was afraid of Sugimoto when he had no choice but to secretly work for Hijikata. 

Furthermore, his character development has been heartwarming … I really hope he eventually learns why Kiro was willing to die for his cause and to see a bigger picture.  But baby steps, he’s got his first real set of friends so let’s not rush his development.

Now the best example of these guys as a trio go back to the snake kamuy/snake bite incident.  Ogata is outside looking in on their behaviour, Sugimoto and Shiraishi are giving Asirpa a hard time and it is all in good fun.  Ogata takes her seriously but he’s not joking around with the others.  When they are in the swamp hunting cranes, Shiraishi tries so hard to talk to Ogata … but he’s purposely ignoring him being his loner self and Shiraishi is a friendly guy. 

When we jump to chapter 189, the friend trio is reunited!  Poor Ogata is passed out on the ice while we they are finally able to see each other once again.  I think this shows the stark contrast between the “serious” trio and the “friend” trio.

Both are valid trios - just that one will move the plot further a lot more than the other.  I don’t predict another flashback about Shiraishi - we got his prison break romance and that is likely it.  And it was all played for laughs.  If Shiraishi were a part of the “serious” trio, we would need to see a very deep and tragic/sad/emotional flashback from him.  We don’t have that, and I don’t think we will get that.

When Sugimoto almost kills Ogata, the chapter ends with him and Asirpa inside her hunting tent eating dinner together.  This is in direct contrast with Ogata being pulled from the river on a stretcher.

Both Sugimoto and Ogata have grown their hair out after leaving the military either by choice or not.  Yet, both men can’t escape the cycle.

Ultimately, Sugimoto, Asirpa and Ogata will move the plot forward more so than Shiraishi will.  That’s okay.  He’s added a lot of depth to the cast. 

#golden kamuy #gk meta #ogata hyakunosuke #sugimoto saichi #asirpa #shirashiyoshitake #trio

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FOUR YEARS - YEAR TWO | “June 21st, 2015″

The First Year | January 5th, 2015 | February 9th, 2015 | March 24th, 2015 | April 17th, 2015 | May 7th, 2015 | June 16th, 2015

a/n: I hope you enjoy reading about the newlyweds at Harry Potter World! 

June 21st, 2015

My mind entered back into the world of reality when I felt a gentle nudge against my back. Trying my best, I pushed away the hand that kept pushing me and when it wouldn’t stop, I rolled over to face it.

“C’mon sleepyhead,” Jamie whispered, his lips a breath away from mine. “It’s Harry Potter day!”

Mumbling something that sounded like a mix between, “I’m too tired,” and “Go away,” I rolled over on to my face to shut out the light that was streaming in through the window.

“Sassenach,” Jamie said, sitting down beside me and laying a hand on my arse, “I ken yer tired… that’ll be the jet lag. But there’s a butterbeer in it for ye if ye get up.”

“Butterbeer?” I said into the pillow.

“Aye, hot butterbeer, cold butterbeer, however ye like it, mo nighean donn. But ye have to get up!” Jamie smacked my arse and I jumped. With a deep sigh, I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands over my eyes.

“That’s step one,” Jamie smirked, and I looked over at him, standing at the end of the bed with a towel around his waist. My mouth watered at the sight, and I wanted nothing more than to tear it off him.

“When did you take a shower?” I asked, putting both feet over on the side of the bed.

“After I got back from the gym.”

“Bloody hell, Jamie.” I laughed, “It’s our honeymoon for one and we only got in yesterday afternoon… how did you manage to wake up early?”

“Jet lag has the opposite effect on me, Sassenach. I dinna feel tired at all!” He practically sang as he went back into the steamy bathroom to change.

“Sodding hero,” I muttered to myself as I bent to pick up my clothes for the day. It was both of our idea to come to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter for our honeymoon rather than some isolated beach hut in the Caribbean. And while I was extremely excited to spend the day at Universal Studios and then three days at the parks at Disney, I was very much looking forward to the last leg of our honeymoon just relaxing at our hotel.

Jamie had somehow arranged for us to have the Presidential Suite at the Four Seasons Resort. The giant king sized bed was part of the reason I was struggling to get up and ready this morning.

I knew coming to Orlando at this time of the year, summer, was possibly the stupidest idea… especially since Jamie and I were not accustomed to the heat. I grabbed my high waisted black Levi’s and paired it with my favorite Hufflepuff t-shirt I had ordered online a few years ago. If we were lucky, we wouldn’t do too much damage in the shops today.

Twenty minutes later, both Jamie and I were ready to start the day. It was about an hour later than I wanted to start, but we would still have plenty of time to get everything done. Jamie had grumbled when I told him to pack shorts for the trip, insisting that he would be just fine wearing his jeans. But when he stood at the door of our room, waiting for me to leave, I noticed his white scotsman legs poking out of a pair of denim shorts.

“Dinna say anythin’, Sassenach,” He smirked, his cheeks and ears turning bright pink.

“I won’t!” I threw up my hands, “I won’t.” He kissed me deeply before lightly smacking my bum and sending me out the door.

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When we finally got through the massive queue, and made our way to the entrance of Diagon Alley, I was speechless. Before you even entered, there was the purple night bus from The Prisoner of Azkaban, and then you could see Sirius Black’s house with Kreature peeping through the window. Jamie held my hand as we walked through the brick wall that led into Diagon Alley and I’m pretty sure he had tears in his eyes.

“Are you crying, Jamie?” I smiled, squeezing his hand and cupping his face with my hand. “You’re so cute.”

“Aye, maybe I am cryin’ a wee bit,” he sniffed. “I read the books growing up and of course watched the movies. It’s just…”

“Magical,” I finished.

“Exactly, Sassenach. Magical,” he kissed me and then we made our way down the long alley, taking everything in.

It was just how I pictured it would be. And I truly felt like I was in the movie — everything was so authentic. It didn’t take us very long before we ended up in one of the shops, looking at the robes and different memorabilia.

I let Jamie look through all of the Gryffindor stuff while I browsed the Hufflepuff section. The robes did look quite enticing, but not for one hundred dollars, so I quickly put that back on the rack. There were lots of little trinkets, from gloves, hats, bookmarks and even ornaments. Journals, sweaters, quidditch gear and replicas of just about anything you could ever want from the movies.

There wasn’t anything that I wanted from the Hufflepuff section, already satisfied with my own shirt I was wearing, but a sweater near the door caught my eye. It was just like the handmade knit sweater that Mrs. Weasley gave to Harry for Christmas, with a big ‘H’ on the front. The price wasn’t terrible… and this was our honeymoon.

I walked back over to Jamie, sweater in hand, knowing he would make fun of me for picking out something I couldn’t even wear for several months. He was easy to spot, standing at 6 foot 4, with fiery red hair — looking at the Gryffindor robes.

“I doubt they have one big enough for you,” I smirked, coming to stand beside him.

“Och, they don’t.” He laughed, “I already looked.”

“Then why are you still staring at it?”

“Well… ye might think me silly for it,” he said softly, sheepishly looking down at me.

I pinched his side and he squirmed out of my touch. “What?”

Jamie reached for a robe, a small child sized robe and held it up. “I was only thinkin’, what if got one for our bairn?”

“Our child that we don’t even have yet?” I looked up at him and then back at the robe, “Might never have.”

“I told ye it was silly,” he started to put the robe back on the hook, but I stopped him, grabbing his hand.

“It’s not, Jamie. It’s very sweet.” I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss him. “That’s a very lovely idea. An expensive one, but lovely nonetheless.”

“Really? Then are ye okay with gettin’ a Gryffindor robe for the wee thing? I ken ye might prefer the Hufflepuff, but Sassenach… yellow?” He grimaced and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, it’s fine. I’m sure our child will possess all the stubborn, brave qualities that a Gryffindor has anyways. Let’s get it!” Jamie kissed me again, his smile wide and his teeth clashing against mine. I loved to see him so happy, I would honestly do anything for him to see him so. He had helped me through the darkest time of my life, and I promised to myself to see that he was happy and well loved for the rest of his days because of it.

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After we bought the sweater and little robe, we ventured back out to the alley, taking a look at everything else. There was a ride in Gringotts bank that was incredible, and thankfully the line wasn’t too long - for once - and so we managed to ride it twice. My stomach was rumbling as soon as we got off the ride the second time, which was our queue to find the Hogwarts Express and make our way to Hogsmeade to eat at the Three Broomsticks.

Jamie cried at the entrance of Diagon Alley, but I cried when we stepped onto Platform 9 ¾. The train was just as it was in the movie, red and beautiful and magical all in one. We boarded the train and I settled into Jamie, his arm wrapped around me. The tears came when we started moving and the window to our left showed the trip to Hogwarts castle.

“Dinna cry, Sassenach.” Jamie wiped a tear from my cheek, smiling. “Tis no a scary train,” he laughed and I nudged my elbow into his side.

“Shut it, Fraser.”

“Okay, Mrs. Fraser,” Jamie said, and kissed me on the lips much to my objection because I didn’t want to offend the sweet elderly couple sitting opposite us.

The first thing we did was line up to get food, and when we stepped inside, my heart leapt for joy. The restaurant felt like I had come home. It was cozy, with tall ceilings and magical elements all around. And I think I made an orgasmic sound when I took my first sip of butterbeer, getting the foam all over my upper lip.

“That’s a good look on ye, Sassenach,” Jamie laughed, pulling out his phone to snap a picture.

I wiped my mouth and then took another sip. “We haven’t taken any selfies of us! Let’s do it by the castle.”

“Aye, sounds like a plan. Now… eat up!”

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The highlight of both of our days was definitely seeing the Hogwarts Castle in person. The way they built it made it feel like you were actually there, walking into the school. The ride was a bit scary, with spiders jumping out at you and dementors flying in your face, but I smiled the entire time, squeezing Jamie’s hand as tight as I could.

I think we were both thankful that Universal didn’t stay open too late, unlike Disney, because we were both spent. We hadn’t even ridden many rides, but just the feel of the park was overwhelming, because it was like all your dreams had come true.

Of course, we didn’t make it out of the park before each buying a wand. Jamie (the lucky bastard), was chosen in Ollivander’s wand shop, and got to do a demonstration just like Harry in the film, with the lights flickering and wind rising all around.

He ended up buying the wand that had “chosen” him, absolutely besotted with it, while I chose Hermonie’s wand. Jamie was like a little kid, moving it about while we walked to the car.

“Swish and flick,” he flicked his wand in the air and I couldn’t help but pull out my phone and secretly film him. He was never living this down.

“Sassenach, are ye really tired?” Jamie said the moment we got into the car.

I yawned in response, and then laughed, covering my mouth. “I suppose I am.”

“Och, I was hopin’ ye weren’t,” he said, starting the car.

“Why?”

“Well,” he looked over at me, one eyebrow raised. “I ken of a ride back at the hotel that I thought ye might like to have a go on?”

My cheeks blushed a deep pink, and I felt a deep burn in the pit of my stomach at his words. “I’m never too tired for that.”

“Ye’ll find it worth yer time,” Jamie smirked, pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing it.

Dear God… please let all the lights be green.  

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We had barely made it through the door before I had Jamie pinned to the wall. His hands were at the buttons of my shorts, and I pressed into his body, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. His mouth felt like fire on my neck, leaving wet kisses behind.

“I want ye so much I can scarcely breathe,” he sighed, sliding his hands up to cup both of my breasts over my t-shirt.

“Then have me,” I moaned. My hands were at his pants, unzipping and pulling them down as fast as I could. Jamie did things to me, made me feel things that set me on fire.

When the rest of our clothes were off and strewn on the ground, Jamie slid his hands over my arse and then lifted me around his waist, walking to the bed. I started to grind my hips against him, feeling his cock against my belly. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

Keeping his promise, Jamie laid down on his back, letting me straddle him. I bent down, covering his body with mine and kissed him slowly, tasting his tongue with mine. I knew that there wouldn’t be a day that I wouldn’t crave him. My soul longed for his in every way possible.

“Mo ghraidh,” he said softly against my lips, pushing my hair back. “My wife.”

Placing another deep kiss on his lips, I leaned up, taking his cock into my hand. “My husband,” I said softly and then I guided him inside of me, sinking down slowly. Once I had accommodated his size, I placed both hands on his chest, moving my hips against him.

“Oh God,” he groaned, squeezing my hips with both hands. “Bein’ inside of ye…”

I began a steady rhythm, slowly raising up and then sinking back down on him, pushing deeper every time. “Christ,” I moaned, leaning my head back, my curls just brushing my back.

“Faster, Sassenach,” Jamie said, slapping my hip slightly. I gasped, looking down at him and saw a fire in his eyes. Biting my lip, I moved one hand behind me, placing it on his knee and began to move my hips faster, feeling his cock deep inside of me. It was almost too much, having him this way. I felt dizzy and light headed from it all, my belly burning and tightening with every thrust.

“Harder,” he moaned loudly, his head falling back into the pillows and I started to cry out as he bounced me on his cock, not from pain, but from how good it felt. I had felt pain before, had lived with a tumor in my head for months and gone through chemo and fucking survived. I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to ride my husband with everything I had in me.

“Shit,” I sighed, feeling my orgasm overtake me and I couldn’t help but collapse on his chest as my body started to tremble. Jamie uttered several words in Gaelic before spilling himself into me, his breath hot against my head.

I was too spent to move, my legs sore from riding him and I didn’t particularly want to be separated from him anyways.

Jamie brought his hand to my back, his fingertips lightly grazing my skin, making goosebumps rise.

“Are ye happy, Claire?” He asked a little while later, and I shifted so that I could look at his face.

“Yes, of course I am,” I smiled, reaching my hand up to poke his nose. “How could I not be after… that.”

Jamie laughed, making my body shake on top of his. “Aye, tis good that I can serve ye well, Sassenach.” He moved his hand lightly over my shoulder blades while I stretched my legs out behind me, moaning slightly as I felt his cock still in me.

“I only asked because I ken that sometimes after people go through something like ye did,” he said quietly, his face turned to the ceiling, “maybe ye would want to leave behind yer old life, anythin’ that reminds ye of yer sickness.”

“It’s a little late for that, Jamie.” I held up my left hand with his ring on it. “Do you think I would do that? Leave you because you were part of my life before I got sick?”

He shrugged, then met my eyes. “I don’t think ye would, but I wanted to be sure.”

“Jamie… I’m glad you were in my life before the tumor. You were the good that came out of it.” I kissed his chest and he slowly rolled us onto our sides, cradling me to him. “I don’t know what happiness is without you.”

“Aye, me either, mo cridhe.” Jamie smiled, pressing his lips to mine. “I ken one day we will have a child of our own. It may take longer than we want, Sassenach. The child may not even be our blood, but one day.”

“One day, James Fraser. I promise you,” he pulled me closer, and I kept my legs wrapped around him.

I pressed my ear to his chest, and listened to the steady beat of his heart. Once I thought he had fallen asleep, I wiggled my way out of his grasp, easing him out from inside of me and climbed out of the bed.

As quietly as I could in the dark, I searched for my phone in my bag, and finally pulled it out. My screen had lit up with an email from the adoption agency I had inquired about just a week ago while we had been in the car on the way back to the hotel.

I took a look over at Jamie, still asleep with his hands over his stomach and then went into the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of the tub. My heart started to race as I clicked on the email. Jamie and I had discussed adopting a child, but had only casually glanced at a website. I knew it was only the beginning of our marriage… literally, but I had friends who had been on the adoption list for five years. I hadn’t told Jamie that I had asked about putting our names on the list, only because I didn’t think they would respond so quickly, at least not before I had a chance to tell him.

Dear Mrs. Fraser,

We are pleased to say that you and your husband’s name have been added to the list of adopting parents! When there is a child that fits into your certain criteria, we will inform you on the next steps. There is no guarantee that this will happen quickly once your name has been added, but it’s the first step to expanding your family. We look forward to communicating with you and your husband and wish you all the best.

I read the email over several times. It wasn’t exactly big news, like, “Hey, there’s a baby for you to adopt, come and bring him home!” But it was news. A beginning. Taking a deep breath, I returned to the bedroom, quietly sliding back into the bed with Jamie. He stirred as I settled into his arms, his eyes opening.

“Where did ye go?” He said softly, smiling.

“Just to pee,” I kissed the tip of his nose and he grinned, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling my body tight against his.

As soon as we woke up, I was going to tell him that our hopes of becoming parents was hopefully becoming a reality. With Jamie’s hand on my stomach, I drifted off to sleep — dreaming of spells and potions, babies and the start of our new life together.

#four years #honeymoon #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander fanfiction #jamie x claire #june 21 2015 #mclairefras #ride him cowgirl #harry potter world #fun times #adoptinggggg

[wildefiction]

Of Course...Mr. Collins

TWENTY-TWO

The plane ride home was exhausting, though otherwise uneventful. An early morning arrival met you and Misha with dark, wet roads and a severe drop in temperature, immediately making you wish you were back on the islands.

At just after four in the morning, you said your goodbyes to Misha and Cliff before falling into bed. While Hawaii had been beautiful, you were happy to be home. With the California convention closing out the season, you wondered what Misha would have you do during the winter break. Wrapping yourself in a nest of blankets, your eyes closed almost immediately after crawling into your four-poster canopy bed.

Plaintive cries of indignation tore you from a dreamless sleep and you woke to find both of your cats pointedly staring at you from atop their position on your stomach. One of them had the good grace to at least offer a rumbling purr at the first sign of your stirring. Your attempts to ignore their demands for food by rolling to the other side of the mattress did little to deter them. Snuffling purrs rolled against the curve of your ear, whiskers tickling the skin with their light touch. “Fine, yes, I’m getting up!” With a heaving groan you stumbled from the soft surface, absentmindedly filling the empty dishes in the kitchen so as to dissuade the complaints of the dependents who wound through your legs.

Dragging the comforter from your room to wrap around your shoulders, you settled into the couch for a day of movie watching. Since your sister was still in Hawaii with Galen, the idea of a quiet day at home was just what you needed. Flipping through several social media platforms and seeing no updates from her surprised you, usually she dominated the websites with non-stop photos. Shrugging it off, your attention turned back to the tv, content with your decision to have a Harry Potter marathon. Musing to yourself, you wondered, was it possible to watch all seven movies in one day?

You were able to make it through the first and most of the second film before dozing off, and the rest of the day was filled with a cycle of sleeping, switching discs and eating. Towards the end of the evening, an Instagram notification appeared on your phone, once again startling you from the light state of unconsciousness you’d drifted in and out of today. A half smile of relief at the beachy sunset quelled the uneasiness that had tried to worm its way into your mind. Watching over your sister had been something you’d tasked yourself with from a young age, and even now that the two of you were adults, it was a hard habit to break.

Early the next morning, you dressed quickly. One perk to having an early-to-rise boss was that often by eight am you’d already been awake for a couple hours. This schedule had almost seamlessly transferred to include your days off. Thanksgiving was a week away and you’d finally be able to not only afford all of the ingredients for a literal feast, but also have people to share your efforts with. A beautiful fall day greeted you as you descended the stairs, stopping a moment to appreciate the crisp chill of the air and the dried leaves that painted the ground in values of crimson, gold and tangerine.

Turning your music up and speeding through scattered leaves had you smiling to yourself when you pulled into the grocery store parking lot a few minutes later. Although it was early, plenty of people were already gathering their groceries for the upcoming holiday. Pointing the key fob over your shoulder and pulling the crimson peacoat more securely around your shoulders, the audible beeping of the car locking echoed around you.

Grabbing your phone from the pocket inside your bag, you unlocked the screen and navigated through the applications until you found the list of ingredients you needed to purchase. Humming contentedly to yourself as the pile of produce and baking components accumulated in the cart, you didn’t notice until too late that you’d bumped into another lady in front of you. As you rushed to apologize, you quickly realized it was your old boss. 

The furtive glances and tight-lipped smile she offered created an air of awkwardness as you mumbled an obligatory hello. 

“So…[Y/F/N], ho-how have you been?” The light touch of her fingertips on your shoulder made you flinch, though you doubted she had noticed. Her white-knuckled grip on the handles of her basket betrayed her confident demeanor. Taking a deep breath, you considered. How had you been? Fucking fantastic was the answer. And yes, you had been upset when she’d unceremoniously fired you, but without having had that happen, you might never have been given the opportunity to accept what had literally become your dream-job. 

“Actually...I’ve been great! I found a new position pretty quickly and I’m so grateful that things worked out how they did. Otherwise, I’d still be struggling to pay my bills and feeling like my career was going nowhere.” 

The excitement in your tone was unquestionable, but the look of hurt in the woman’s eyes made it clear that she’d thought you were being frigid. 

“Oh! I mean..I was really appreciative of the relationship we’d formed for the years I worked for you, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not trying to be rude, and I realize you could only offer me so much. Really though, you gave me something I didn’t have the courage to do for myself; an out. So, for that, thank you.” 

The tentative smile and confidence that swept through you allowed you to fold her into a hug, her bewildered expression delaying her reaction. As she brought her arms up to return the hug, you were already stepping back, guiding your cart around her. 

“Happy Holidays!” The lilting tone in your voice settled into the same comfortable humming from earlier as you added the final items from your list to the cart.

Amongst the friendly chatter with the young woman ringing up your groceries, your phone began to ring. The muffled sounds of Louden Swain drifted from the bottom of your bag and you set to work digging through the expansive tote trying to find the device in time to answer it. 

“I love Louden Swain, did you go to their concert in Seattle last month?” The bright brown eyes of the cashier lit up, and with them, so did her entire face. “I didn’t get to unfortunately, I had to work - but I was able to see them perform a few days ago in Hawaii, they are fantastic aren’t they?” 

Nodding as she finished calculating your order, you lifted the phone to your ear just in time to have the ringing silence itself. Flipping through the caller ID, you realized it was Misha who’d called. Not wanting to be rude, you paid for your purchases and thanked the woman, wishing her a Happy Thanksgiving as you dialed the number to reach your boss. 

“Hey Misha, what’s up?” 

“Nothing, just some errands.” 

As you turned to leave you didn’t notice the look of surprise come over the woman’s face who watched you walk away from her checkstand, bags of groceries gripped tightly in your hand.

As you unloaded the items from the back of your car and carried them up the three flights of stairs to your apartment, your phone rang again. Luckily, this time it started right as you reached the final landing. 

“Norman! Wow, I didn’t expect you to call, how are you?!” The excitement in your voice caused you to miss the questioning tone of his voice. 

“Why’da think ah wou’na call ya?” “Happy Thanksgivin’ Sunshine!” Laughing, you returned the greeting only to remind him that you still had a week to prepare and not to jinx you. As the two of you discussed your individual holiday plans, the phone beeped against your shoulder just as you set the milk in the door of the refrigerator. 

“One sec, that’s my other line.” Switching calls, Misha was there asking you to work for a few hours. Looking around to make sure everything was put away, you scooped some food from the container for your cats and lowered the bowls to the ground. Not knowing how long you were going to be gone, you’d rather know the girls had been fed early than making them wait too long. Promising you’d be there soon, you ended the call as you once again grabbed your keys and shut the door behind you. There hadn’t even been enough time to take off your coat.

As you docked your phone in the car cradle, you quickly realized the second line was on hold; Norman was still waiting. Cursing, you quickly fumbled for the screen as you started the car. 

“Sorry, I totally didn’t forget that you were still waiting on me.” Laughter echoed through your car speakers as you turned left out of the parking lot and headed for I-5 North. 

“I forgive ya, swee’har, dun worry abou’ it.” Norman kept you company for the drive to Misha’s house, talking about meeting new people in Australia for the wrap-up of season three. A tired sigh filtered through the space around you and you recognized the sound of exhaustion that came with Norman’s voice. 

“Hey, just one more week till Thanksgiving, you can stuff yourself silly and nap all day!” The laughter in your voice ebbed away when Norman snorted. 

“Nah, gotta work till Wednesday and I’m just hanging out in Georgia for the rest of the week. Gonna be kina quiet, Mingus is spending the week with ‘is mom - so it’s just gonna be me an’ Eye.” A quiet huff punctuated the statement. “Anyhow, ya prolly gettin’ close ta Misha’s place - I’ll talk ta ya later, gotta get back ta work.” After saying your goodbyes, the call ended just as you pulled into Misha’s driveway.

Sitting in the office chair behind his desk, you set to work organizing the newest information for the project that would replace Gishwhes. Although you’d never gotten the chance to participate in the scavenger hunt, the new version sounded just as fun. 

“Hey, [Y/F/N], can you call Jensen and ask if they’ll still be in Vancouver next week? I need a headcount for dinner.” 

Scribbling the note on a scrap piece of paper so you wouldn’t forget, you grabbed your phone to look up his number. 

“Oh! And Rachel is waiting on the final numbers from the Castiel ops we offered last weekend, can you email Creation and have them contact her please?” 

The task joined the one on your notepad as you continued to scroll through your now extensive contacts list. The sheer amount of phone numbers you’d received over the last week still surprised you. Muttering to yourself, you ran through the entries, 

“Briana, Kim, Jared...there, Jensen.” 

A text message from your sister came through just as you were about to call the Ackles'.

‘Hey love, won’t be home for Thanksgiving next week, Galen wants me to stay another few days. Love you.”

As your shoulders dropped at the news, you couldn’t say you weren’t disappointed, but you were happy she was having a good time. Pushing the thought from your mind, you went back to calling Jensen as you opened a blank email and sent the request for a financial report to the convention team.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TAGS: @jamielea81 @wings-of-a-raven

#WildeFiction #Misha x Reader #Norman Reedus x Reader #Supernatural Fanfiction #SPN x RPF

[grandthorkiday]

Mob AU! “Playthings” Part 7

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

~2010~

“How are my boys today?”

“Good, Grandmaster,” they chirped. The response had become automatic.

The room had changed since they were first brought to it. They had been given two laundry baskets, one for their new clean clothes and one for their old dirty clothes. They had been given sheets and pillows for their mattress. They got to use the bathroom three times a day and with the two meals they were fed daily, they had been able to gain a bit of their weight back. They showered and groomed every other day. The Grandmaster used them when he wished, and they had learned slowly that there was nothing they could do to stop it. They were slowly growing to accept it.

“Are you?”

They stiffened and nervously move back onto the mattress. They had also learned that ‘not being good’ was a punishable offense.

“Mario, bring me the laptop.”

[read more cut]

~2019~

“Well, I’ve bought us some time,” Stark announced. “Technically, Loki’s paperwork says he was released to the state’s care. That could mean anything from a halfway house to prison.”

“That’ll drive Gast crazy,” Bruce said through mouthfuls of chow mein.

“How’s Loki’s sessions going?”

“Really well. I don’t have to be there anymore. I think we’re really close to getting him ready to start talking about the crimes he’s witnessed. Well,” Val shrugged and made a gesture with her chopsticks, “other crimes.”

“Good. Because to be honest, it’s very hard to get kidnapping and rape to stick on Gast.”

“Isn’t this the usual pattern for how Sakaar groom the men and women they kidnap for sexual slavery?”

“Yes and no. Usually, everything is impersonal and systematic. Break them down as quick as possible before training them to be obedient,” Natasha explained, leaning over her own container of food. “They don’t train a victim for a specific person. You go and buy from an already ‘trained’ selection. And most of those kids trained have a kill switch.”

“A what?”

“If they’re caught or find themselves in police custody, they kill themselves.”

Bruce flung down his food. “Fuck.”

“It’s amazing we have information we have about the Sakaar organization. Low level punks would rather do that than flip. Half the prison populations are on the take of Sakaar, so stitches find themselves either beaten into silence or bought off for protection. And most people wouldn’t mind some of Gast’s clean money. He’s known to be generous come election season,” Tony pulled up a container of fried rice. “Our biggest problem with Loki is going to be all the media of him and Thor being lovey dovey with Gast.”

“They were forced!” Val cried.

“I know that. But people are going to have a hard time believing that. And there’s all that coverage of the brothers…being an ‘item’.”

“Again, Gast forced them! Loki was adopted when he was about a year old! They were as close to blood as you can get! I don’t think they wanted…,” she shook her head. “That’s just impossible.”

~2010~

“Keeping both your internet histories this long was quite interesting. Had to get into your old apartment. Your roomate, Fandral? He went out looking for you instead of going to class the day after I found you.” He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “School is much more important.”

Loki wanted to rip the laptop out of the Grandmaster’s lap and throw it on the floor. Smash it into pieces. Smash it over the bastard’s head. But there was still the thugs. Less of them. Gast now only used three to subdue them instead of four, but that was still too many to fight off. And Loki didn’t want to fight. He wanted approval. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted….

Gast opened the laptop and pressed a few buttons. He dramatically put his reading glasses on and balanced it on the tip of his nose. “Hmmm…very interesting, boys. Very interesting.”

He turned the laptop around. The screen was open to a porn site, the bright colorful banner reading ‘Twink Haven’. An animated slender young man blew a kiss over his shoulder as high stuck out his bottom. Loki felt Thor shrink back beside him.

“Oh, Sparkles don’t be shy! We all have our preferences. Not all of us sign up and actually join the site, but you did. My, you logged a lot of time here! Favorited some tags,” he turned the laptop back. “'Brunette cuties’. 'Jailbait meat’. Oooooh my!” Gast laughed. “Now, now this is exciting! 'Incest’. 'Little Brothers’.”

Thor was violently shaking his head.

“It’s alright sweetheart. It’s okay. I mean, having such an adorable boy near you growing up and not being able to anything. Not able to reach out and take him. I’m sorry I took his first time from you. Wanted that, didn’t you?”

“No!”

“Really? You watched this video, 'Ben’s first time’ sixteen times. I mean, look at him! He looks a lot like…,” he turned the laptop around again. The screen had a dark haired boy laid out on a bed, his hazel eyed filling with tears as he was penetrated by someone who holding the camera. He did look like Loki, if crudely. His nose was a little too long, and his hair was more curly.

The Grandmaster clicked the image and the video began. 'Ben’ moaned and cried, “Big Brother, your dick is too big. You’re going to split me in half!! Oh god! Big Brother! Please!” The video was paused again.

“You commented, Sparkles. 'That cutie has nothing on my Little Bro.’ I have to agree.”

“Loki,” Thor grabbed him and spun him to look at him. He looked crazed. His eyes were wide and filled with fear. “I would never….I know it’s wrong….but I never would have acted on it!”

“Oh don’t break Lo Lo’s heart!”

Loki felt a cold feeling settle in his chest. He struggled out of Thor’s grasp and bolted for the door. He was grabbed immediately and pinned between two of the thugs. The other took out his gun and pointed it Thor’s head. He went limp, tears spilling out his eyes.

The Grandmaster was idly still typing on the laptop as though nothing had happened. He was humming softly to himself and occasionally sang a few lyrics.

“There it is!” He leaned over to Thor and stage whispered conspiratorially, “You and your Little Brother are a lot alike. But he’s more, hmmm, well…” He straightened and adjusted the screen. “This is from a support group for children and adults who are adopted, under message board for people who find their stepsiblings attractive.”

Gast cleared his throat and began to read: “Posted from KingMischief17. A few years ago, my adopted Brother came out as bi, and I was sooooo happy. I’ve known since I was about five I was gay and I always knew I had wanted to be with him. I drew a picture of us getting married once. My Mom found and kept it. She didn’t know it was about my brother. I get jealous when he dates anyone! I’ve intentionally broke him and a few girls up before he came out. Send bad texts or not tell him they would call so he wouldn’t call back, leave our sister’s underwear in his room so they think he’s cheating, pretended to be sick so he blows off time with them to be with me. He’s very protective me. I know it was wrong, but I love him. I love him so much it hurts sometimes. I am going to make an effort to be better though. He’s been away at college for a few years and I don’t see him as much. I think once at college, I can finally grow out of this. He should find someone who isn’t a silly kid with an overactive crush.”

Loki closed his eyes, defeated. He didn’t want to see Thor’s reaction. Or the Grandmaster’s. He didn’t want to hear or see the mocking voices of the men. He didn’t want to know what happened next.

He just wanted to be with Thor….

~2019~

“Loki, when was the first time Gast forced you and Thor to have sex?”

“I don’t remember.”

#grandmaster #thor #loki #thorki #GrandthorkiB #fic #cw noncon implied #cw mental illness #submission #playthings #playthings part7

[24stiles920]

Pack Mentality

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, jerk!Stiles

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Harry Potter. I am just borrowing the spells and potions from the wonderful Harry Potter Universe, not stealing them.

Words: 5724

A/N: Oh, my God. What a whirlwind chapter. Hope you like it, but I worked very hard on the end. Muhahaha. 😊

Season 1 Masterlist

“Happy Birthday!”

I woke up abruptly, rubbing my bleary eyes to see my mom and dad wearing cheesy party hats and gleeful expressions.

“Thanks, mom and dad, but it’s—” I snuck a look at my iHome. “—actually a normal time. I thought it was earlier.”

“Can we take these hats off, now?” Dad complained to mom. “They’re awfully uncomfortable.”

“Finn, honestly—” Mom sighed. “Yes, you can take it off, she’s seen it already.”

I grinned at my parents, loving how their relationship was even after almost thirty years together.

“So,” Mom turned to me, her expression hopeful. “Did it come in yet?”

I looked at my wrists and saw nothing. No writing or anything. But that was to be expected. It wasn’t five p.m. yet.

“No, and you know there won’t be until five, mom.” I pursed my lips at her playfully.

At the age of sixteen at the exact time they were born, everyone gets a soul mark of a person’s name on one of their wrists. It was a taboo thing; people didn’t like to talk about it, as some people don’t even have a soul mark. I know Scott doesn’t have one. And some people have two names, in which case a name appears after their first soulmate dies, which is very rare.

“Eleven hours until five o’clock.” Mom grinned while dad looked nauseous.

“Dad, you don’t have to look so upset,” I laughed. “It’ll be ages before I meet him.”

“Or her.” Mom chimed in.

“Or her.” I agreed.

“Sorry, munchkin.” Dad forced a laugh. “I just don’t like the thought of you leaving us.”

I gave dad an indulgent smile, thinking that his sappiness was sweet. “Dad, today’s my sixteenth birthday; I won’t leave you yet.”

Dad finally smiled, the skin by his eyes wrinkling up. “Well, we’ll leave you to get dressed. We need to go finish breakfast.”

My parents bustled out of my room, allowing me to get up and get ready. I picked out a black camisole and paired it with a black and pink floral skirt. I topped the camisole with a pink cardigan and finished the look off with black tights and black, high-heeled ankle boots.

My phone chimed with a text while I was putting my hair up into a milkmaid braid. I looked to see that it was a text from Scott, wishing me a happy birthday and that he needed to talk to me and Stiles as soon as possible. I quickly sent him a reply and finished my hair.

I grabbed my white leather purse, slipping my wand into it, and walked downstairs, my nose twitching at the smell of baked cinnamon. I entered the kitchen to see the breakfast table laden down with cinnamon rolls, eggs, bacon, sausages, and toast.  

We had a nice breakfast, talking and catching up. I didn’t dare tell them about Scott being a werewolf, but I knew it would come up sometime. Just not now.

“So, how are you getting to school?” Mom asked casually.

I looked at her confused. “Uh, I was just gonna catch a ride with you guys, why?”

Neither of them said anything, instead, dad held out an arm and opened his fist. In his hand were keys with a silver keychain that said ‘Y/N’ on it.

“No way.” I gasped, feeling elated. My own car? I’ll take it.

“Yes way.” Dad grinned. “A Jeep Renegade, just like you wanted.”

“In navy blue?” I wondered. It didn’t matter to me, but I was just checking to see if they went all out.

“In navy blue.” Dad confirmed.

I squealed and jumped up from my seat, giving each of them a tight hug. Together we walked out to the driveway, where my brand-new jeep was sitting, gleaming in the morning sunlight.

“Oh, my God, thank you so much!” I cried, wrapping them both into another hug. “Oh, I love you guys so much.”

“We love you, too, sweetheart.” Mom smiled, cupping my chin gently. “Now get going. Don’t forget we have your birthday dinner with the Stilinski’s tonight.”

“I won’t forget.” I assured her, grabbing my purse from my dad. I walked to my jeep and got in, loving that new car smell.

I quickly hooked up my phone to the Bluetooth and played music, pulling out of the driveway, and thanking God that I had actually gone to those Driver’s Ed classes and gotten my license on time.

The ride to school was, unfortunately, fast, but Scott and Stiles were waiting by the school for me.

“Happy Birthday!” They greeted in unison, while Scott thrust a bouquet of sunflowers at me that were from him and Melissa.

“Thanks, guys.” I grinned at them.

“I have your present for later.” Stiles told me. “Dad and I went in on it, so he wanted to see your reaction.”

“Okay.” I shrugged. “That reminds me… Scott, did you want to come over for dinner? We’re celebrating my birthday. Melissa can come too. We’re having homemade pizza.”

“Sure.” Scott smiled. “I love your mom’s pizza.”

“Great.” I nodded. “Now, tell us about your text.”

Scott started explaining about this dream he had, where he and Allison were about to get it on, until Scott lost control and attacked Allison, basically killing her in a school bus.

“So, you killed her?” Stiles asked, opening the door for me and Scott.

“I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn’t breathe. I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before.”

“Really?” Stiles raised his eyebrows. “I have. Usually ends a little differently.”

I scrunched up my nose and turned away, trying not to think about Stiles having wet dreams about Lydia. I just had to ignore it for a few more hours. Later today I would get my soul mate’s name, and then I could focus my time on someone other than Stiles.

“’A,’ I meant I’ve never had a dream that felt that real,” Scott said in a disgusted tone. “And ‘B,’ never give me that much detail about you in bed again.”

“Noted.” Stiles sighed.

“So,” I started, “Let me take a guess here—”

“No,” Scott cut me off. “I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I’m gonna lose control and rip her throat out.”

“No, of course not.” I lied. Both Scott and Stiles gave me disbelieving looks. “Yeah, that’s totally it.”

“Hey, come on, it’s gonna be fine, all right?” Stiles said positively. “Personally, I think you’re handling this pretty fuckin’ great, okay? You know, it’s not like there’s a lycanthropy for beginners class you can take.”

Scott and I exchanged looks, both of us probably thinking the same thing. Derek Hale.

“Yeah, not a class, but maybe a teacher.” Scott suggested.

“Who, Derek?” Stiles exclaimed, pausing before slapping Scott on the back of the head. “You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?”

“Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus, it felt so real.” Scott said.

“How real?” I asked.

“Like it actually happened.” Scott answered as he and Stiles pushed open the doors to go outside.

I gasped at the sight before me. A buts was parked outside of the school, its back door ripped halfway off with claw marks and splats of blood everywhere. It was exactly as Scott had described in his dream, and my worry for Allison bubbled within my stomach.

“I think it did.” Stiles said, mouth wide open with shock.

I fumbled with my bag, trying to grab my iPhone out of one of the silly pockets. Scott seemed to have the same idea as me, taking out his phone as well. I unlocked my screen and frantically texted Allison, wondering where she was. There was no reply and one glance at Scott showed that he was getting the same results as me.

We raced back into the school, searching the hallways for the familiar dark head of curls. We had no luck, so Scott and I kept pression on, with Stiles trailing behind us.

“She’s probably fine.” Stiles tried to calm us down.

“She’s not answering our texts, Stiles.” I said nervously.

Stiles grabbed my hand, causing me to calm down a fraction. How he could soothe me with just one touch amazed me.

“It could just be a coincidence, all right?” Stiles spoke soothingly. “A seriously amazing coincidence.”

Scott glanced back at me and Stiles. “Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?”

I looked around, but I couldn’t spot the Argent girl.

“No,” Stiles and I said in unison.

Scott turned down a different hall, getting lost in the crowd. Stiles and I turned to each other, at a lost at what we could do.

“Hey, come here,” Stiles said suddenly, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the side of the hallway so that we weren’t in the way of people. He took off his backpack and rummaged through it, pulling out a small white box.

“I, uh,” He rubbed his head awkwardly. “I know I said I already got you something, but I wanted to give you this as well.”

I smiled warmly at him. “You didn’t have to, Stiles.”

“Of course, I did.” Stiles said indignantly. “You’re my—you’re Y/N.”

I gave him a small smile as he handed me the box. I took the top off and gasped as I looked at the ring inside. It was simple, but perfect, with a silver band and a single garnet stone in the middle. My birthstone.

“It was my mother’s.” Stiles said, watching as I slid it onto my right hand. “She left it for you, she loved you, said you were the best goddaughter out there.”

I glanced up at him, noticing the sadness in his eyes as he talked about his mom.

“I loved her, too.” I assured Stiles. “It’s beautiful, Stiles, thank you.”

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his firm waist, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating fast as he wrapped his long arms around my shoulders and squeeze tight.

I breathed in his intoxicating scent and savored the moment, because there, with Stiles’ arms around me, and mine around him, I felt like I was floating on cloud nine.  

“Attention, students, this is your principal.” The overhead speaker boomed. “I know you’re all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses. While the police work to determine what happened, classes with proceed as scheduled.”

Having parted from each other as the principal was speaking, I watched as Stiles sighed in disappointment like most of the other students in the hall.

“Come on.” I laughed, elbowing him playfully. “Walk me to class?”

“Why, of course.”

And off we went.

“Maybe it was my blood on the door.” Scott said later in chemistry class, turning around in his seat to look at me and Stiles.

“Could have been animal blood.” Stiles suggested. “You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something.”

“And did what?” Scott asked, disgusted.

“Ate it.”

“Raw?” Scott looked appalled.

“No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven.” Stiles said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know, you’re the one who can’t remember anything.”

“Mr. Stilinski, if that’s your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while.” Mr. Harris called from the front of the classroom, his hands on his hips.

Stiles laughed mockingly.

“I think you, Mr. McCall, and Miss Stark would benefit from a little distance, yes?” Mr. Harris continued.

“No.” Stiles objected softly. Mr. Harris ignored him, pointing to two empty seats for Stiles and Scott to take on the opposite sides of the room from each other while I stayed in the same seat.

“Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much.” Mr. Harris quipped as the boys moved to their new seats.

Stiles scoffed, hauling his books and bag to the back of the classroom. Scott sat at the front with a girl named Harley, who was staring out the window.

“Hey, I think they found something.” She exclaimed suddenly, running to the window.

The whole class got up to walk to the window to see what Harley was talking about. I walked up behind Scott and Stiles, but I was too short to see over them.

“That’s not a rabbit.” Scott murmured to Stiles.

Suddenly, whatever the class saw made them all scream and jump back, causing me to startle a bit. Scott slowly backed away from the window with a horrified look on his face. Stiles joined Scott and I, a relieved look upon his facial features.

“Okay.” He said, patting Scott on the shoulder. “This is good, this is good. He got up, he’s not dead. Dead guys can’t do that.”

“Stiles,” Scott said solemnly. “I did that.”

-

“Okay, but dreams aren’t memories.” I argued softly as Stiles, Scott, and I walked to an empty lunch table, our trays laden down with food. I sat down while Stiles sat on my right, with Scott across from him.

“Then it wasn’t a dream,” Scott said. “Something happened last night, and I can’t remember what.”

“What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?” Stiles asked, bringing up the older, grumpy wolf.

“Because during the full moon he wasn’t changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy.” Scott huffed.

“You don’t know that.” Stiles said firmly.

“I don’t not know it.” Scott countered. “I can’t go out with Allison. I have to cancel.”

My mouth opened in surprise. How could he just cancel on Allison like that? Especially when all she’s been talking about lately was Scott.

“No, you’re not cancelling, okay?” I said. “You can’t just cancel your entire life.”

Stiles nodded from beside me. “Y/N is right, Scott. We’ll figure it out.”

A tray slammed on the table in the spot next to Scott. I looked up to see Lydia standing there with a charming smile on her face.

“Figure out what?” She asked, before turning to me. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Lydia.” I smiled begrudging at her. “And we were just talking about homework.”

“Yeah,” Stiles added breathlessly. He looked at me and whispered lowly, “Why is she sitting with us?”

I shrugged and looked up to see Allison sit in the chair across from me.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!” She smiled sweetly at me, before handing me a chocolate chip cookie.

“Thanks, Al.” I beamed at her as Jackson walked up to the table.

“Get up.” He commanded the boy who was sitting at the head of the table.

They guy looked extremely offended. “How come you never ask Danny to get up?”

Danny, who was on the other side of Stiles, quipped, “Because I don’t stare at his girlfriend’s coin slot.”

The guy huffed loudly and got up, going to take a seat elsewhere.

“So,” Danny started casually, “I hear they’re saying it’s some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar.”

Jackson shook his head in disagreement. “I heard mountain lion.”

“A cougar is a mountain lion.” Lydia corrected him quietly. To her chagrin, we all heard her. Jackson even gave her a weird look. “Isn’t it?”

“Who cares?” Jackson said rudely. “The guy’s probably some homeless tweaker who’s gonna did anyway.”

“Actually, I just found out who it is.” Stiles said, looking at his phone. “Check it out.”

He held his phone out, so everyone could see what he was talking about.

“The Sheriff’s department won’t speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive the attack.” The reporter on the video said. “Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition.”

“I know this guy,” Scott stuttered, taking Stiles’ phone into his hands.

“You do?” Allison asked as Stiles and I exchanged worried looks.

Scott nodded. “Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver.”

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?” Lydia drawled. “Like, oh,” She turned to Allison abruptly. “Where are we going tomorrow night? You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?”

Allison swallowed her food, glancing worriedly at Scott. “Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do.”

“Well,” said Lydia briskly. “I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos, so it the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun.”

“Hanging out?” Scott stammered, looking bewilderedly at a regretful Allison. “Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like us and them?”

Allison looked at me for help, and I grimaced at her. I didn’t know what to do in this situation. On one hand, Lydia was being rude by barging her way into Scott and Allison’s date. On the other hand, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it, and Allison would look rude if she said no.

I think Allison had the same lines of thinking, because she answered hesitantly, “Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun.”

Jackson scoffed and reached for his fork, holding it up to his face. “You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.”

Lydia pried the fork from his hand and gasped excitedly. “How ‘bout bowling?” She asked Jackson. “You love to bowl.”

“Yeah, with actual competition.” Jackson snarked.

Allison leaned forward, a challenging look on her face. “How do you know we’re not actual competition?” She looked towards Scott, “You can bowl, right?”

“Sort of.” Scott answered, his face screwed up.

Jackson leaned forward, putting his arms on the table as he leaned into them. “Is it sort of, or yes?”

Scott scowled. “Yes.” He lied, “In fact, I’m a great bowler.”

I twisted my lips together to hold back a laugh. Scott was a horrible bowler. In fact, the last time he bowled was at my eighth birthday party. He had gone to throw the bowling ball down the lane and accidently threw the ball backwards. The damn thing landed on my foot, and I landed in the hospital on my birthday, sobbing, with Stiles trying to cheer me up and Scott apologizing to me profusely.

Stiles and I hadn’t had time to confront Scott on his colossal lie throughout the day, so when we approached him when school ended, Stiles burst out, shouting, “You’re a terrible bowler.”

We walked down the stairs to the first level of the school.

“I know!” Scott exclaimed. “I’m such an idiot.”

I reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “You’re not an idiot, Scott.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Scott smiled down at me.

“God,” Stiles interrupted, literally squeezing in between Scott and I. “It was like watching a car wreck. I mean, first it turned into the whole group date thing. And then out of nowhere comes that phrase.”

“Hang out.” Scott and Stiles said together.

“You don’t hang out with hot girls, okay?” Stiles continued. “It’s like death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out.”

I frowned at him. Why he insinuating that I was ugly? I mean, we hung out all the time, and I know he’s not gay.

“How is this happening?” Scott moaned. “I either killed a guy or I didn’t—”

“I don’t think Danny likes me very much.” Stiles pondered aloud.

“—I ask Allison on a date, and now we’re hanging out—”

“Am I not attractive to gay guys?” Stiles asked Scott and I, completely ignoring the fact that Scott was freaking out.

“—I make first line, and the team captain wants to destroy me,” Scott went on, “And now—now I’m gonna be late for work.”

Scott walked away from us, mumbling to himself, and leaving Stiles and I alone.

“Wait, Scott, you didn’t—am I attractive to gay guy—you didn’t answer my question.” Stiles pouted.

I gave him a confused look. “Why do you want to know if you’re attractive to gay guys?”

Stiles shrugged. “I dunno.”

We started walking out of the school towards the jeep.

“Stiles,” I started. “Are you gay?”

“What?” Stiles asked, shocked. “No! Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but I like girls. In fact, I love them. Why?”

“Well, you said only gay guys hang out with hot girls. We hang out all the time.” I said slowly. “So, if you’re not gay, that must mean I’m not attractive.”

Stiles stopped in his tracks and grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking any further.

“Wha—” He stopped and shook his head. “Of course, you’re attractive, Y/N. You’re one of the hottest girls in school.”

I blushed, my cheeks turning hot and pink.

“Come on,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Come look at my new jeep.”

-

Mieczyslaw

I stared at the name written on my wrist in slanted writing. I didn’t know anyone named Mieczyslaw, but the name sounded Polish. Maybe I would meet him when on a trip overseas or something.

“Y/N, the Stilinski’s and the McCall’s are here!” Mom called from downstairs, shaking me out of my daze.

“Coming!” I called, walking over to my vanity and grabbing a chunky bracelet to put on my wrist, covering the writing for now. I would talk to my parents later, but for now, Mieczyslaw would be my little secret.

-

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Y/N! Happy birthday to you!” My friends and family sang as my mom brought a large chocolate cake into the dining room where we were all sitting.

My cheeks flushed at their attention as I blew out all the candles in one blow. Everyone clapped loudly, cheering my name. Scott even threw in a cake cheer.

We opened presents as we ate the double chocolate cake.

Scott and Melissa got me a beautiful leather-bound journal with a elephant carved on the front. Mom and dad got me some books about potion making and a few cookbooks, as I had mentioned that I wanted to get into cooking and brewing.

But Noah and Stiles’ present was my favorite.

They presented me with a large photo album, filled to the brim with pictures of me, Stiles, and Scott, along with our families. There were even some pictures of Stiles and I in the bathtub together when we were toddlers.

“This was the best birthday.” I told them all sincerely. “Thank you so much for everything.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, did you get a name?” Melissa, still in her work scrubs, asked eagerly.

“I’m not sharing.” I told her, my lips quirking up a little.

Later that night, after getting interrogated about the name on my wrist by all the parents, Scott pulled Stiles and I aside, telling us that we needed to go the bus where Garrison Meyers was attacked. Apparently, Scott had went to Derek’s house to find out what happened, and Derek told him to go back to the bus and use his senses to remember.

So, after giving an excuse to the parents, we headed off to the bus garage. When we got out of the jeep, we walked up to the closed gate and Stiles put a foot in one of the links, ready to hoist himself up over the fence.

“Hey, no, just me.” Scott objected. “Someone needs to keep watch and stay with Y/N.”

I scowled at Scott, I was not defenseless.

“How come I’m always the guy keeping watch over Y/N?” Stiles whined.

“Because there’s only two of us.” Scott retorted.

“Okay, why’s it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin?” Stiles said seriously. “I don’t want to be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody’s Batman and Robin any of the time.” Scott sighed.

“Not even some of the time?” Stiles asked in a disappointed tone.

Scott glared at him. “Just stay here.”

“Oh, my God!” Stiles yelled exasperated. “Fine. Come on, Y/N.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards the jeep, while I followed him willingly.

We sat in silence as we watched Scott scale the fence and run to the bloody bus. Stiles was unusually quiet, and I knew that it had something to do with what just transpired.

“You okay?” I asked him softly.

Stiles blew out a long breath. “I just—I just feel useless, you know? Like I’m not important.”

My heart broke as I watched his sad and disappointed face. How could he say that? Did he not know how important he was to me?

“I’ll never be the hero.” He continued. “Always the sidekick, I guess.”

“Hey,” I said strongly, capturing his attention. “Just because you don’t have powers doesn’t make you any less important than Scott.” He opened his mouth to argue, but I kept on, “No I mean it, Stiles. And who says you’re not a hero? You’re my hero. I mean, who talks with me for hours after I have a bad dream?”

Stiles said nothing.

“Who, Stiles?” I prodded, wanting an answer from him.

“Me.” He mumbled.

“Who let me drive his jeep during Driver’s Ed?”

“Me.” Stiles repeated.

“Who has to live with ADHD and constantly get good grades? Who did all the research to find out if Scott was a werewolf? You did, Stiles. You’re a damn good friend, an even better hero, and you are very important to me.” I said firmly as he watched me with an open mouth.

Finally, he smiled a little, the corners of his full lips turning up. “This is why you’re my Y/N.”

“Aw, shucks,” I waved at him.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until suddenly Stiles swore, “Fuck!”

“What?” I looked at him alarmed. He didn’t answer, instead pressing on the horn two times.

I looked to see flashlights approaching the bus that Scott was currently exploring.

“Shit.” I muttered, climbing into the back seat.

“Come on—” Stiles groaned as Scott came running out of the bus. He jumped on the bed of a truck and flipped over the fence, speeding his way to the jeep.

“Come on!” Stiles shouted as Scott opened the passenger door.

“Go! Go! Go! Go!” Scott rushed out, causing Stiles to step on the gas and sending us into reverse.

“Did it work?” I asked, leaning up to put my head between the two boys. “Did you remember?”

“Yeah,” Scott nodded, breathless. “I was there last night. And the blood—a lot of it was mine.”

“So, you did attack him?” Stiles guessed, taking his eyes off the road briefly to look at Scott.

“No.” Scott answered simply. “I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren’t mine. It was Derek.”

“What about the driver?” I prodded, ignoring Scott’s theory about Derek.

“I think I was actually trying to protect him.”

“Wait,” Stiles said, clearly not over what Scott said about Derek. “Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?”

Scott sighed and shook his head. “That’s what I don’t get.”

“It’s got to be a pack thing.”

Scott looked to Stiles, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Like an initiation. You do the kill together.” Stiles theorized.

Scott scoffed. “Because ripping someone’s throat out is a real bonding experience?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t do it, which means you’re not a killer.” I said as I patted Scott on the shoulder.

“It also means that—” Stiles started but was quickly interrupted by Scott.

“I can go out with Allison.” He sighed dreamily. I giggled under my breath. What a love-sick fool.

“I was actually gonna say it means that you won’t kill Y/N and I.” Stiles grumbled.

“Oh yeah,” Scott said in a casual voice. “That too.”

-

Thump!

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around, narrowing my eyes at the photo album that Noah and Stiles gave me. It had fallen off my bed as I got off of it, making a tipi-like shape on the floor.

“Y/N, hurry up,” Mom called from the hall. “We have to drop you off at the Stilinski’s!”

“Okay, mom, let me pack a bag really quick.” I told her, grabbing the photo album off the floor and setting on my bed, intending to pack it for my stay at Stiles’ house.

My parents were going on a weekend getaway. Why they had planned it my birthday week was beyond me, but they’d had it planned for months, so they couldn’t get the money back from the hotel that they were staying at.

I had offered to stay at home, but my parents overwhelmingly shot the idea down, insisting that I’d get myself in any trouble I could find. So, I was staying at the Stilinski residence until Monday.

I quickly packed some clothes in my Vera Bradley weekend bag, and shoved the photo album in there as well, fully intending on looking it over front to back tonight before I went to sleep.

The ride to Stiles’ house was quick, and the goodbyes were quicker, as my parents were eager to get on their way. Noah wasn’t home when I arrived, but Stiles was, so we ordered Chinese food from our favorite Asian place and sat down to eat.

We talked about how we thought Scott’s group date was going, and we both had not-so-positive answers. Well, mine was okay, because I knew that Allison liked Scott, but Stiles’ was more negative.

“He sucks at bowling, so I bet Jackson’s laughing his fucking ass off at him.” Stiles prophesized, eating a bite of broccoli.

“True.” I agreed, eating some chow Mein. “I bet Allison is giving him tips, though.”

“I still think Scott will royally fail, though.” Stiles laughed. “Remember when he broke your—”

“Yes, I remember.” I scowled playfully at him. “What a great memory to bring up.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Stiles chuckled. “But you have to admit it’s kind of funny now.”

“It’s a little funny.” I admitted, a smile breaking through my lips.

After dinner we watched, to Stiles’ insistence, the first two Star Wars movies, and then I told him I was heading to the guest room, intending to fall asleep.

I snuggled into the comfortable bed and pulled out my photo album, opening up to a random page. The first photo that caught my attention was Stiles and I when we were maybe three years old. Stiles had picked a dandelion and held it out to me, where I was smiling cheekily.

I slid the picture out of the sleeve and turned it over, hoping that the year was written on the back. It was, and so were our names.

Y/N and Mieczyslaw. 1999.

My hands trembled, and I let out a gasp. Stiles’ real name was Mieczyslaw? It had to be. It was on the picture in Claudia’s handwriting.

I got up out of the bed and walked to the door, deciding that I was going to go ask Stiles about this. I opened the door and wandered down the hall, walking to Stiles’ room and knocking on his door with a closed fist.

Stiles opened the door, a curious expression on his face.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked.

“Your name.” I replied. “It’s Mieczyslaw?”

Color drained from his face and he stumbled back into his room, letting me follow him in. The room was a pigsty, but it was mostly clothes strewn on the ground.

“How’d you know?” Stiles asked.

“This picture.” I told him, holding up the photo so he could see the back of it.

“Fuck.” He whispered, putting his hand over his mouth.

“Do you know what name’s on my wrist, Stiles?” I asked, looking down at his carpeted floor.

“My name.” He said softly.

“And how’d you figure that out?” I wondered, not putting two and two together.

“Because your name’s on my wrist.” Stiles admitted.

I closed my eyes and shook my head, not believing that he kept this from me for close to nine months. Tears started gathering in my eyes and I made no move to wipe them away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I cried, opening my eyes to see his guilty face.

“I-I don’t—” He stammered, but I cut him off.

“The truth, Stiles!”

“I don’t love you like that.” Stiles confessed, causing me to cry out as I absorbed his words. “Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“No, you’re not.” I sobbed. “So, what, you’re just going to wait for Lydia?”

Stiles was silent, not answering my question.

“That’s why you don’t want me?”

“Y/N, please.” Stiles begged, rushing towards me. I stepped away from him. “There are plenty of platonic soulmates.”

“I’m in love with you!” I cried out tiredly. “I’ve loved you for years and you never even noticed.”

“I-I—”

“Oh, my God.” I gasped. Sadness wanted to drown me until I was dead, the air sinking out of my lungs. “I can’t believe this.”

“I-I don’t want to lose you, Y/N, please, can’t we work this out?” Stiles asked desperately, tears now glistening in his eyes.

I bit my lip and shook my head, storming out of his room. I entered the guest room and slammed the door, locking it before he could even try to enter.

“Y/N, come on.” Stiles groaned, knocking on the door. “I need you. Don’t do this.”

“You did this, Stiles.” I spat, glaring at the dark-grained door. “Just—just leave me alone.”

“Y/N—”

I laid down in the bed, ignoring his knocking for over an hour until it went silent and I cried myself to sleep.

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